She doesn’t blink of bat an eyelid. So I take that as a sign of what’s good for the goose is good for the gander. So I stand there in the doorway ...nd proceed to undress myself once again. LOL I sit down opposite her and try to concentrate on what looks like a very delicious breakfast. (Including the company!) It is almost as if last night never happened with her and Jason, I am a little shell-shocked, although it is also a pleasant and refreshing sign. (I hope!) ‘What’s on the agenda today?’. Finally on a dry and dusty continent plagued by ruination leaders arose with the forethought for the survival for all, not just themselves and having encompassed the small parcels of still fertile ground, these leaders built three great city states. Small villages of peaceful hippies and the simplistic descendants of remote Amish communities were taken into a kind of bondage to work the small plots of farm land and raise the meagre herds of livestock that could be found scattered across the. ........`You owe me` he says, and I know what he means/wants/deserves and I am going to oblige. This delightful man who lets me play around deserves a special treat too! I grab his forearm to steady him before he falls onto our bed, the room frigid with cool air and makes my nipples tighten and harden straight way (I only have a towel covering me). I undress Brad and as I bend to remove his pants, more of Scott`s cum spurts out of me, the warmth of his seed still apparent as it trickles down my. Maybe she was famous or disfigured somehow. Maybe she was only playing games with his simmering imagination. Otherwise, they could’ve been any other naked couple on the planet, walking each other home through antiquated streets at dawn’s end of The Carnival. The knuckles of her spine moved with a durable yet delicate kind of precision, as if she were all sinew, bone and lace. Her ass held the shape of inflated tear drops, flexing wearily as she navigated. Slow. Sure of the way. She was.