" interposed Richard."Yes with plenty of credit cards, and we'll go and find out how many balls we can lose on the old course."Henry coughed indicatin... that he had something to say. "If Miss Berwick and Simon are willing, I would extend hospitality to them to plan the wedding at Holland Hall. There's a rather pretty Chapel in the grounds. It would be perfect for a wedding." I knew about the Hall and it was a very gracious place indeed. It was in North Essex, close to the county border of. “What?” I said, aghast at what I realized.Miles leaned in close to me like he did earlier and whispered in my ear, “In fact, I’ve always wanted to try sloppy seconds.” My eyes bulged. Not only did Gordon use my hole for his personal cum dump, but Miles still wanted to fuck me too. “Is that okay with you?”It must’ve been impossible to hide the smile on my face, but I nodded and leaned in to finally kiss those lips I’d been dreaming about forever. I melted and felt my own cock rise to it’s full. Or I could remove all of the Universe's existing life and repopulate it with life that I would create from scratch, perhaps solar-powered life. Is any one of those mutually incompatible options more Good or more Evil than the others? I simply can't judge because judgment requires a perspective of some sort; usually a goal or at least a guiding principle. Mom and Dad are good parents because that goal is defined externally to them; a god of the Universe can't be Good because there's no external. ” With that, she gently slipped into the background leaving me hanging from his lips.“Let us sit ... by the fire ... talk...” Jason stuttered. The kiss had affected him as well. I scooted our chairs closer together and we sat again.“Do you always wear your gloves, Jason?” I asked.“No, Miranda. It is merely a habit.”“Will you remove the glove on your left hand so that it is your flesh that I grip and not buckskin?” He was flustered, but hurriedly stripped off his glove and took my offered hand..