My spine tingled. The book was old, but surely not that old. A hundred or more years maybe, not nearly four hundred. The cover, a thick, dark green wo...en fabric, had an elaborate embossed design, which was very even and regular. It had surely been machined rather than hand tooled. Imagine, if a genuine sixteen-twenty-three folio edition of Shakespeare really had somehow been left in the bottom of a charity shop box. If only that were possible. My purchase might go for auction at Christie's or. It seemed like she was actually carrying out her threat before she sashayed back into the room carrying a long, thin strip of leather which I recognised as one of my boot laces."I've got a better idea" she murmured through a menacing smile, cracking the leather viciously through the air over my body, which sent a thrill of fear scurrying down my spine to make the cheeks of my arse clench in mistaken anticipation."Open your legs" she demanded, pulling the leather taut between her hands as she. .Her lips almost close to my …. I just give her soft touch by crossing our breathe drop on each other . The room singing the song of our heart beat in single tone. She almost losing control on her body losing safely in my arms.She was still in my T-shirt so I like to make her Half -nude from bottom by dropping down her leggie to floor . She welcome my anticipation and she was half nude now… now I hold her head and kissing her lips softly licking creasing my lips on her wet lips …. She also. My cunt tingled and twitched in dire need for Phils cock in me. i crawled back into bed with lloyd and tried to get some sleep. i tossed and turned but i could not keep my eyes shut! i sat up on the bed. i heard the door creek open. "can't sleep?" someone said. "Phil?" i said. "the one and only!". he said. i got up and walked over to him. "what now Phil? i whispered. Phil took a deep breath. "i can't stop thinking about you..and that sweet cunt." my stomach churned. "Phil I can't do that. I.