As they rode, Niall began to sing, and Maeve whistled a descant to his merry tune.The day went quickly, and Niall showed a knowledge of the land and a...ll its ways--more than Maeve had ever expected. They covered many miles, yet always seemed to be taking the easiest possible route so to spare their beasts. When they stopped for the midday meal, their singing was often interrupted by a kiss--and both knew the coming night would see them lovers indeed.After the short rest and their meal of bread. Arbitrarily designating 'WAY OUT' as EAST (it was) and NOON(it wasn't), Opening Number One held the Eye and Puddle. Eleven O Clock was her label.Eventually, Wendy would become confused as to which passage went where. Thank God for orange dayglow paint.Passage number two, Ten o Clock, had an upward slope to it. Wendy reached the end ... there was a blast of cool air, the odor was of old books and paper.Not as crawly as 'WAY OUT', never the less, it was hands and knees, and a couple of stomach. What’s wrong?” I asked.“Oh Cynthia, everything is ruined and it’s all her fault!” Cynthia blubbered.“What’s ruined and whose fault is it?” I asked, trying to understand her through the tears and hysteria.“Tony Bennadetto is supposed to be mine, and that slut Katherine Cartridge is trying to take him away from me.”“What claim do you have on Tony?”“We grew up together in Little Italy, we played together when we were little, and our parents thought we made a real cute couple. When we came to high. I ran back to our room and snuck through the door, my wife still occupied. I laid her down gently on my side of the bed and ripped the covers off my wife. She looked up at me but did not stop rubbing her clit. There was already a wet spot on the sheets where she had leaked her cum on the bed. I didn’t need any invitation. I moved her hand out of the way, lifted her ass from the bed and thrust all 7 inches of my cock in her hot cunt. She screamed in ecstasy. As I continued to fuck her I moved.