I stood there, naked and rock hard, but still repulsed by the sight of her. My hips had already started to rock softly back and forth, and I realized ...he had made a sex potion because she needed some hard dick in her life. I lumbered over to her and she kissed me hard on the lips. I couldn't run as my legs stopped moving. She stroked my engorged cock, and my brain was sent into a turvy as the sight of her was sickening, but hell my dick was being stroked. And it had been awhile. She got down on. John slumped.Once more the tipple of cheap alcohol had befuddled his late work andDionysius had handed him over to Hypnos for care. He roused before hishead hit the doodles, drawn of dancing maidens, nymphs, his thoughtsbending to golden memories of Serena, her sufference of his strange waysand cares now ended. Two years. Two years she had been the light of hislife, prospects of settling together, marriage and family now tiltedinto the wastebasket of his life. Evenings in Eden now ended. . Amy: Really?Me: Yes! I mean. It’s nice to talk to a girl that likes things like flowers, romantic movies, and whatnot.Amy: Aw, thanks, daddy!Me: Anyway. I’m going to sit down on that bench and watch you play with the flowers.Amy: Okay dad, I’ll be with you in a minute.I settled down on the bench to relax. Amy joined me after a few minutes.Me: You said Elena will be here any minute, right?Amy: Yeah she should be here by now, I don’t know what happened to her.She checked her phone to see if. I had moved the flower pot ever so slightly to the left, which caused Jennifer to knock it over the side of the steps and into the rose-bush outside my living-room window. As Jennifer stood up, I could see the panic in her eyes, at the realisation that her keys and freedom had now disappeared into a densely populated rose-bush (or so she thought). I then watched for about ten minutes as Jennifer tried in vain to enter the rose-bushes to try and find the missing keys but I wasn’t going to be so.