How nice to see you again. And who is this you brought with you?" This is Elizabeth. We've been studying a bit too much lately, so I thought we deserv...ed a proper break." Studying?" This from the maitre'd."Yes, studying. Schoolwork. Really dry, boring, miserable stuff about people who've mostly been dead for decades. I thought this would be the perfect place for a change of scenery." Excellent choice. I believe I understand. Follow me please."This was a nice restaurant. It was difficult to. How can I describe these people and do justice to their personalities? To their appearances at the time? How can I accurately track how they spoke, how they felt, how we all were within the house? Even in the best of memoirs, that set out with the clearest of purposes to capture the past, there is only a sliver of the real. We organize our lives as fiction. All past, all memory is just a compilation. I do not know that what I present is true, though I pour over the pictures of our time, and. I caressed her lovingly, feeding her just a couple of inches, backing away as I stiffened between her lovely painted lips. I could feel she didn't want to stop, but I hushed her."Plenty of time for that later, love. I have to have you now."Her lips reluctantly released me, her mouth staying open as if begging for more. I kissed her instead, as I climbed over her and moved between her long smooth legs. I lubed up my cock thoroughly. She had to be a little sore and worn out after the pounding I'd. She looked at me and said “I’m not sure this size will fit you properly”.Without thinking I said “Oh they’re not for me they are for a friend”.She gave me a wicked smile. “I’m sure she’ll look stunning in them” she said. Embarrassed I left the shop. All afternoon I debated about giving her the present. I decided I would play it by ear when I told her about her job being extended. Lindsey was overjoyed when I told her about the job. She told me how much she was enjoying working for me. As she.