"I have stocks and shares as well, but they aren't doing too well since the crash."Then he became more pensive, as he looked around at his guitars, ke...board and piano. There was the mixing desk and another, dedicated computer for his music. He could play none of it, nor compose anything.Cassie saw his gaze and his expression. She got up and went to the piano, sat down, and played. She played 'Cassie', then a number of his other compositions. Then she produced a book of Beethoven Sonatas, and. .." and on and on.Leanne meanwhile parked her spread legs around Jamie's face, so that now Jamie's tongue and fingers were able to get in on the act. This, however, left Jamie a little distracted and unable to resist my own fingers playing with her clit and the hard shaft pumping in and out of her. I fucked her into one new climax, and when Jamie's shrieking quieted down, Kaia breathed hotly against my ear and whispered a new command."Now FUCK her ass."I pulled back automatically, my dick. While itlasted, the interior of the shack had been drenched in darkness, as ifin sympathy with Lynn's natural modesty. The drumbeat of rain on theroof had muted the sighs and cries and creaks and other sounds oflovemaking until both storm and sex were finished with each other.As quickly as it had come, the storm dissipated. The sun returned, and arainbow, mostly pink and gold, appeared in the western sky.They call it the afterglow, and the beams of honeyed sunlight shootinginto the shack from. The air was warm, the snow didn’t melt; it was unexpected for Caroline, but it meant you could be frozen with your face embedded in soft snow, one minute and then standing and laughing as your clothes dried in the warm air the next.The king, who saw all things in his kingdom, watched and wondered if this introduction of the remnants of human magic – the ability to laugh at their own misfortune, to enjoy such tumbles, to have fun for the sake of it – was good or bad. His ability to see the.