The Wright Brothers have flown their little toy and the entire country was caught up in the glow of the Industrial Revolution and a love affair with m...chines.Everyone but Robert O'Neil, that is.Professor O'Neil, a bookish sort, who rented a bungalow on the Nantucket shore every season in the hope that he would be able to finish writing the great American novel that he knew was trapped inside him. When not busy writing, he taught English Literature at Boston College. A touch on the graying and. Oh, and please don’t forget to vote… MoogPlayer P.S. This particular story is a long one, the longest one I’ve ever written, my books included, so, be prepared to sit down and stay a while once you start reading this. ~~~~~~ ‘Fate is the one thing that can not be willed, changed, or controlled, it can only be accepted…’ Aristophanes 450 B.C. – 388 B.C. ~~~~~~ ‘Oh, my goodness,’ she suddenly gasped, ‘Forgive me for not recognizing you.’ ‘Don’t worry about it,’ I coldly replied, ‘People seldom. Her words turned me on even more than before and I felt my stomach tighten with desire. My finger flicked her clit and she shuddered. My mouth leaving her nipple only long enough for her to remove my top and bra, then covering it again- nibbling and biting gently, Her hips moving as though on their own, grinding her pussy on my hand. I stood up and pulled her up as well we kissed deeply before returning to the couch. This time I lay down and immediately she got on top of me, her pussy hovering. Before I know it, he is leading me to his bedroom, taking off all my clothes as we go. I don't question him. I watch with awe in how he does it with such skill. When we're in his room, he removes all of his clothes. He tells me how beautiful I am. How much he has wanted me all night. I tell him the same, wanting him so much. I know I should feel nervous, scared and a little afraid, but I'm not. It all feels too right. He grabs my arms, pulling me to him and holding me close. I can feel the.