Usually, it was easy to get her to engage inconversation, but since last night's fiasco, she'd been very quiet andwithdrawn. The "slice of toast" had...really been a small bite from halfa slice of bread, washed down with no more than a few sips of juice.Nor had Tommi gotten anything for a snack when they'd stopped to gas upthe car. Katie also knew that she was getting tired of driving. They'd been onthe road for almost five hours, and Tommi hadn't driven a mile. Atfirst, Katie figured she'd. He carried her from the bathroom before tossing her onto the bed. She bounced once and nearly went over the edge into the night stand. Turning around she crouched on all fours, presenting her pussy to him in a gesture that was half invitation and half challenge. He rose to the challenge as it was and she cried out as his thick cock forced its way into her pussy. With little more effort at foreplay he grasped her hips and pulled her body against his. they quickly worked their way into a rough. If, for example, the Elysian Fields described in the Odyssey actually exist or existed, they would almost certainly be or have been located in a metaphorical dimension.Faerie? Arthur asked, thinking about some of the fantasy that he'd read.Yes, you get the idea.Do you think the Elysian Fields might really have existed?They might have, or they could just be a story.Could we go there, like Odysseus?You now are talking more along the lines of shamanism, rather than wizardry, but I have some skill. He had the body type that got guys beat up for being 'queer' even if they had a long string of satisfied girlfriends in their wake. Johnny released his hand, and if he was reluctant to do so, he didn't make it obvious. He offered Steve a drink; Steve asked for coffee, and got it, while Johnny got a cup of tea.Johnny was obviously checking him out, so Steve returned the favor. Johnny was almost 'boyish', with a few of the stereotypical mannerisms of the 'frail gay guy'. He had laugh lines around.