NOW. She told him no, not now , not here or like this. He asked her what was wrong. She told him she didn’t want to fuck him in a parking lot. Li...ke some teenager. She wanted a room and a bed or at least a room to give herself up to him. She really wanted to feel him inside her, but not here like this. He told her he owed her a big one. She said , yeah you do and I want that big one again, but next time I want it inside me. He agreed and said next payday weekend he’d take her to a hotel. I was at first rather bemused because someone, probably the previous owners had drilled multiple holes in the old wooden door. What was the purpose? Curiosity had got the better of me and l took a little peep through one of the holes. Imagine my surprise when I caught sight of my friend and neighbour in her front garden doing some weeding. But there was something much better than that, as she bent over I could clearly see her skimpy little pink knickers. Something deep inside of me had come to. The arm appears to have produced some kind of Hebrew text on the wall. John is confused, why is he being shown this? Steve: ‘I didn’t use to like this painting, but in the last few weeks, I find myself drawn to it. The painting is called Belshazzar’s feast. A feat which coined the biblical phrase the writings on the wall, do you know the story?’ Again John shakes his head. Steve: ‘Belshazzar was a Babylonian King, in-fact according to the Book of Daniel of the Old Testament, Belshazzer was the. Then he fulfilled his only daughter's wish and began ramming her hard. She was moaning and screaming very loudly right away. I wasn't sure that it could really be that good though. “Remember that is my ear you are screaming in,” I said. “Sorry Callie, will a kiss make it better though?” Jeanette asked. “Let's find out,” I replied. Then we kissed once, and I did feel better honestly. So I stole another kiss from her. “I didn't say I'd give you two though,” Jeanette said. “It's not like you.