Is it okay, Eric?" "Of course, Mrs. Drake. Please, do what you want. It's alright, ma'am." Mrs. Drake was a beautiful woman of forty-five. She had kep...t her hair long, and wavy. It was brown and soft as silk. She was wearing a long nightgown, but it was almost translucent, and I could see what a nice figure she had. I had always thought she was lovely, and tonight she was extremely fine looking. Maybe sorrow brings out beauty I thought. She sat on my bed and then cuddled up to me. I was on my. " She grabs a smallish notebook from behind her which I assume was tucked into the waistband of her yoga pants. She hands me the book and it looks really old, like 100 years old. " I found it at that hipster bookstore that you spend all your time in there."She knew me so well. A passion of mine is old and first edition books, I probably have like 100 books that fit into either of the categories. "Awesome! thank you sooo much!" I open it up and on the first page it says 'The Book of Power' and. But with Oracle sitting next to me, it was veryhard for to ignore the smell of his still sperm andpussy juice coated cock, just inches from me, and theway he was leaning against the back of the chair. As heplaced his arm over my shoulder, my body jerkeduncontrollably at the thought of touching a man who hadjust fucked my wife minutes ago. Then he placed his right leg on the arm of the chair sothat his wet long cock dropped down from the side ofhis running shorts. A big dollop of remaining. Nessuna l'aveva più scopata.. tutto negativo...e allora mi confesso con cazzo in mano che stringeva come un capitone per non farlo scappare...che non aveva fatto ij tempo a dare il culo al marito..sai si eri pudici allora...non ora...non potevo sborrare nella fica...perchè era ancora fertile....preservativo non avevo....mi disse allora ora mi metto alla pecorina e mi fai vedere voi terroni come sapete inculare........si giro,tirò giu' le mutante e appoggio la capoccia del cazzo sul suo buco che.