He types a text to Abbie: “Good morning, my sweet Abbie. I hope you have a good day in London. I will be waiting for your return to my arms.”As... soon as he typed it, he realizes how silly that sounded. But he realizes right now he is wearing his heart on his sleeve for Abbie and just shrugs his shoulders as he blushes over his message.Tim goes back to making his list of to-dos hoping to hear that lovely sound of a message waiting for him. After breakfast cleanup, he decides while here in. He loves them, and he is a very sweet man. You’ll see tonight, after dinner.”“«Agape»,” I said.“I’m sorry, what is that word?”“It’s Greek. It’s what you described - loving someone such that even if you are in a position of superiority or control, you would never do anything to hurt them.”“Exactly. What my grandfather rejects, more than anything, is the lack of respect for tradition, for elders, and for women he sees in modern Japan. Japan changes very slowly, but it does change. Some change is. He raised his head in the dark, and I imagined him looking at the hard mounds drawn tight and knew he liked what he saw. He was clearly a man who liked a round juicy bubble butt from the growl in his throat. For a few seconds all I felt was his strong thighs on either side of my naked legs, and his hot gaze on the pliant body beneath him. We were both wet with sweat now, and he placed his hands on my waist and turned me onto my back. My now-rigid cock jutted out and up and I felt slightly. My face soon became covered in her spit while her tongue explored in my mouth. "It's your birthday, so you get your favorite!" Lisa said with a smile.She climbed up on my bed and bent over. She had her ass high in the air and her head flush on the bed. Her ass cheeks parted to present my favorite view. Her wet pussy glistened, her meaty plump lips hanging down. Her puckered little asshole winking at me.I slid up on the bed and began to slowly kiss her pale ass cheeks, taking turns. The aroma.