Ik vis dus achter het net.Vol goede moed maar naar het volgende adres. En ook dat is in een beterebuurt. Een klein herenhuis. Aan de buitenkant ziet h...et er goed uit.Rondom een tuin.Even aarzelend loop ik het tuinpad op en bel aan. Een man doet open. Eenjaar of veertig, slank en groot, goed gekleed en een beetje grijs aan deslapen.Ik vertel waarvoor ik kom en hij nodigt mij uit binnen te komen. Binnenstel ik mij voor: "Emmanuel van Amoren."En hij antwoordt: "hallo, ik ben Waldo Vosmaet." Ga. There was no need to add anything, even if he had been able to do so. This thought seemed to create a need for more kisses between them, until they had to break for air again. Still breathing hard, Andromeda said, ʺHoney, it’s time to make me completely your woman. I can’t wait any longer to have your wonderful cock in my ass. ʺ ʺMe too, honey, but you will have to guide me on how to do it properly. I don’t want to hurt you.ʺ ʺLet me tell you something Todd that you can use in your future sex. Okay, mansion is not quite the right word. More like a palace. It is huge and all the walls are hand-carved, at least the ones not covered in tapestries. And the estate was, like, 50 square miles. There were at least a dozen roads going into it, and it was all incredibly beautiful. There was a stream that is more like a river (you could swim and fish in it), grottos, groves of fruit trees that had fruit year-round, and more outdoor fireplaces than you can count. There were amazing sex parties. A quick glance at my watch as I set the park brakes on the rig shows I only had 15 minutes more time available to work / drive today. We are tired, we are dirty, we are hungry and we are “down” for the night! The next 10 hours are required “off duty” time to rest and sleep. After taking a few minutes to finish my paperwork for the day, we grab our bags, climb down out of the cab, and walk hand-in-hand to the inside of the travel center. We decide that getting ourselves “clean and shiny” is the.