8Her head and torso are colored by the sky:From the waist down she is the earth.There is no father here, no godBut the animus within the goddess.She l...ans upon stone,Contemplative,Barren, impregnable, serene, and safe,Her only possible threat the sea,Out of which Neptune could rise,Frothy and green, with seaweed in his hair,The briny deep within his loins.9The nude threesomeAre the gracesOr the fates,Whichever groupIncludes one who bearsA Goliath frogUpon her back,Despite her look demure.10She. She wasn't due in foranother thirty minutes. I was mentally exhausted already from everythingthat had happened during the day. And so, as I often did when I knew Icouldn't get any work done, I turned to gaze out my window overlooking thecity and let my mind wander. The view was spectacular. I was quite pleasedwith where I was in my professional life. But I still had a big hurdle toget over. Partner. If I didn't make partner this year, I was afraid that Inever would. Before it could possibly. I'm a woman. How could I not love this? Two men rubbing me sensuously, each sucking a nipple, a handsome, well-built young man between my legs, filling me with his cock, making we weak with his fucking in and out of me.Wham! My hips began to buck up and down, I was groaning, thrusting, I felt like my body was being lifted-off in a rocketship."UNH, UNH, uhh, uuh, oh, mmm, mmm, mmm," as he drove deep in me and took small, rapid strokes. Oh, it was heaven, just staggering, I just lay back, taking. Her black socks were plastered to her feet with sweat from being in the footwear while she danced all night long. I knelt in front of her and put my face against the stinking socks, inhaling Monica’s odor. The socks were stretched tight across her toes and high arches, and the sharp smell of sweat from the damp socks was enough to get my dick harder than it already was. I rubbed my face against her feet savoring the odor, then peeled one of the socks of her foot. I released my cock from.