They came to him, kneeling before him, kissing his hands. Soon he was alone, looking out the window at the ships sailing out of the harbor, across the...sea, carrying his women away, to safety.Without warning, he was on that flying platform again, seeing his city, his palace, once more drowning under the great wave. The platform lurched, as it did in that earlier dream. Again, he cried out as the crystal exploded, and he was falling ... then he was awake.He must have shifted on the bed, or made a. I was super excited and thinking about all possibilities. How she can look and how should I start and all these stuff were filled up in my brain. Even its an air-conditioned one I can feel my sweat.Even after a lot of time, she didn’t come. I waited there for 1 hour or more than that. As informed by the restaurant people, I went back checked my phone and called her. It said the number was out of coverage area or switched off. I waited for another half an hour or so.I got so infuriated and left. They sometimes work me over like a tag team of loving intimacy and I am a loss of words to describe their depraved tricks to keep my interest.The other day, my Petunia discovered Daisy’s undies in my overall’s pocket where I had forgotten I stuffed it to get into her pussy without delay. That girl was so free and open that I suspect she never even missed them even when she went in to take a bath. That Daisy had a feminine fold that was so tight that one would think they were dipping their wick. "I moved like a rocket and sat down next to her on the carpet. "Ellie," I asked, into her smiling, pretty features, "do you ever think about what we did a few weeks ago?" As I said it, I reached between her open legs and rubbed the soft crotch of her panties, feeling the twin pillows of her pussy and the indention of her slit through the warm material.Her face turned instantly sour and then her blue eyes went wide in shocked surprise. "No!" she gasped into my face, stretching the word in.