If you've liked the first three parts you should enjoy this asmuch. There's a lot of stuff planned and I'm really looking forward towriting it all dow.... Stick with me dear readers, we're in for a slow buteventful ride.As usual please write in a review if youd like and think I can improveon certain aspects or simply if you want to say that you like or evendislike it. I don't mind criticism at all as long as it will help meimprove. Also, ideas are always welcome. Enjoy.P.S. If you have a. "Easy," I said. "Spherical Trigonometry."Belinda giggled dutifully at my wit. "And him?" a tall gaunt guy with a droopy moustache."String theory," I said, deadpan."That's not a real thing," she giggled. "How can you have a theory of string? What about sticky-tape theory?" They missed a golden opportunity there," I said. "They called the next one Super-String Theory instead." You're making this up!" she poked me."I am not!" I laughed. "Don't you want to know what came next?" Super-Dooper String. It was separated by an 8 foot tall wooden fence. He noticed a couple of planks were missing and he could see inside the neighboring yard without any problem. There was a group of people playing horseshoes with a gay and spirited attitude. Almost all were female and mostly in their late teens to their late twenties. Later, he found out they were 16 to 28. He felt a little like a voyeur but he was standing right out in the open on his own property so he didn't see anything wrong about it.The. Still drifting, she took up the motion, riding him in the rhythm she knew he liked. Her sweaty body flowed against his, her lips and tongue nibbled and nuzzled at his neck. She raised her head to gaze deeply into the eyes that could capture her soul with a single glance. He saw in her look utter devotion and surrender, and a heat that was rising again. He thrust his hips upward, burying himself in her, taking up a hard pace, he began to fuck the property he owned.Her hips moved in perfect synch.