(I apologize for my constant digressions, friends. It is a habit I have long deemed necessary in the art of recounting the past.) Just to recount – ...my faint was not dreamless. No, certainly not, for I dreamt of Satan. How I recognized him I knew not, he was the same as any man! He carried me in his arms as easily as if he were still a powerful angel whom still graced the clouds, as if Apollo and the ease he carries the World upon his shoulders. I attempted speech with the gentle royalty but was. But please make sure no one is seeing these pics.Then she sent me a pic showing her cleavage. I had an instant boner.Me: Wow, you wanna see something more I asked?Anita: Yes, if that’s ok for you.I was waiting for this, so I decided to give it a go and then sent her a pic of my erect dick.Anita: OMG Mathew. This is the first time I am seeing this.Me: Well.you can see it every day for real if we can be friends with benefits.Anita: I don’t know what to say. I am still looking at your pic.Me: Hey. He wanted to have the image of Serenity in this state tattooed on his eyelids so that he could always see her this way. He stared, all the while hating himself for betraying the trust of the angel who had saved him and showed him unparalleled kindness, but he could not deny his roaring lust.Serenity began to pick up speed, rubbing her slit with more energy and enthusiasm. Her moan increased in volume as her whole body trembled. Finally, she released a scream of ecstasy and arched her back as. That was before her time unfortunately. She had never seen it full. She had only been told about it. Those days were before traffic was rerouted over the mile high bridge. The bridge wasn’t really a mile high, it only seemed that way. It ran two miles long and carried the through traffic that once traveled on the two lane road in front of the diner. “You got any real coffee,” the dirty middle-aged man asked. “Sure, what kind of diner would it be without coffee?” she asked. “The kind that serves.