Yourself, I think that someone is blocking us ... cutting us off from the ‘net.”“Impossible! The West is so proud of their ‘Web Freedom’ ...... none of them would dare to block our access.” His faith in the openness of the West was touching.“Perhaps it is tied to the appearance of this so-called Angel.”“You speak blasphemy! The Prophet would not send a mere woman.”John started to backpedal immediately. “No, no, Yourself. Certainly you are right. She must be an agent of Satan. A Dark Angel,. Than it happened, my body seems to freeze in an arced position, the tingling feeling crescendos, drawing me upwards, then an explosion in my mind, it is my first climax. Sweat is pouring off my brow."What happened? Did something break; I have never felt like this before."All I can see is the top of Don's head and his eyes; his mouth is still on my tinkle. Humm, it really feels good. Then he stops and looks up, his mouth is wet."That is the feeling you will give me when you suck me. Isn't it. Dave told me he had to go to work and aksed me to look at the wiring in his attic as he wanted it rewiring,he left and Pat told me shewas going getting ready and told mejust to shout if i needed anything,i went up into the dark musty attic with just my head torch for light,walking round on the odd floorboard.As i did i got to a part where i could hear the sound of a hairdryer and i could see small beams of light coming from the floor,i crept over and peered down through a small hole that once. The three dogs were cuddled all around her, having made anew friend (she let them out for a run while I was still sleeping). Shesat on the couch with her legs dangling over the arm, the sun pouringin to the room. Her dark brown tresses had a slight corkscrew style,draping down and framing her face."Do you want to eat there or can you make the long walk to the table?"I asked from twelve feet away."Oh, I think I can make it to the table," she said it with a 'oh pityme voice.'"I'm glad it won't be.