What he needed was time … time to heal and find his passion for life, for belonging, for caring, and for working toward something. He needed to find... the passion that had directed his life; to find that thing that would put fire in his soul, again. He gave himself a goal to work with. He was going to dedicate 3 years for introspection and self-rediscovery, terms he spent a lot of money in therapy to become familiar with. He had always prided himself in his coping abilities and his. He lowered his gaze again, but she reached out and pushed his chin up.“Want to make me a little more comfortable then?” Her eyes lit up like fire. The Amazon was still standing on his leg, with one hand braced against his shoulder so she could lean into him. It let her other hand drift free, and slide up and down his bare chest.“ ... I thought you wished for sleep, and that I was to keep my hands to myself.”“I’ll sleep better after a good fuck. And you will keep your hands to yourself.” More. She just had a strip of trimmed hair two fingers wide on her pubis, I have to tell you, I practically came there and then this woman was perfection! I couldn’t wait anymore and her hands were pulling my hips towards her so I guided my hot throbbing cock into her lovely wet vagina. We both moaned as we kissed again and I pulled her hips towards me and my cock sank deep into her soft, wet, warm and velvety vagina. It was bliss and she put her arms around my neck and groaned as I slid deeper into. 'Well', he thought to himself turning back to the drawings on his desk, 'this is certainly one of those.' He picked up a pencil and added another line to the hatching of what he kept telling himself was a 'quick-sketch'- so far it had taken most of the last three days. He put the pencil down again and picked a letter from the small stack; the occasional piece of fan mail routed to him via his agent."Dear Mr Williams,I'm your biggest fan. I really love your work; I've got postcards of them all,.