They both picked up robes and headed toward the kitchen.Laura hadn't given any thought to the time and just happened to notice a clock as they entered...the kitchen. It read 11:15. Laura was completely surprised! She normally never slept past 6:30 at the latest, but today she must not have awakened until well after 10:00. "But then," she thought, "normally I don't stay up getting fucked silly until 4:30 either."They made omelets and carried them into the dining room where another six or seven. Und oftmals lag Pauline schon im Bett. Immer lag sie ganz still da und wartete darauf, dass er sie liebkosen würde, um dann mit ihr zu bumsen, wie sie das seit drei Jahren Tag ein Tag aus getan hatten. Jetzt hatte sie endlich die Pille abgesetzt und immer wenn ihre fruchtbaren Tage kamen, brannte ihr Schoß nach Wichse. Aber Frank war meist nur müde und wenn er sie nahm, dannn lief das immer nach dem gleichen Muster ab. Ein kurzes Anknutschen, eine prüfende hand, ob sie nass genug sei. Dann ein. He kissed her deeply as his hands slid down over her back and butt, then pulled her skirt up, exposing her bare bottom.He pulled her against him tightly and she could feel the hard ridge of his cock straining against the front of his jeans. Her hands slid between them and she unbuttoned his pants, then slipped her hand inside to caress his fullness. He growled as she gently squeezed him. He bent his head close to her ear and whispered, "Bedroom, now!" She nodded and led him to the bedroom down. So you have come to my attention. There is one than one Universe; there are countless thousands. Few know it but great writers like Shakespeare, Moliere, Twain, Tolkein and Eric are somewhat in touch with them. A few lesser writers travel in their dreams and bring back images that are sometimes translated into stories or even comic books."There is a Universe in which Hamlet stalks the battlements or people fall in love in the enchanted forest's of mid summer night dreams, an eternal Mississippi.