When I got her home, while my parents were away, as you might recall, for the whole of the first three weeks of May. Then she told me her story. I am..., due to the circumstances, inclined to agree with her. But I will leave the final judgement for everyone else to decide. I have transcribed below, very nearly, Enara's story:Enara's StoryI was born Samnos of Thebes. I showed intelligence early, and studied a new course of studies: philosophy. At the same time, I began my induction into the. . . . Naked" Ray stutters. His cock is pushing at his pants now like a wild, caged tiger. "We can do better than imagination" Carrie says, as she stands and starts removing her sweatshirt. She lifts it over her head and drops it to the floor. Then does the same with her t-shirt. "Wait. Are you serious?" Ray asks "or am I dreaming?" "Do you see me laughing?" Carrie replies. " Its lonely out in the truck and I could use some cock, and juudging from the bulge in your trousers, you have plenty on. With an eye trained to identify and gauge symmetry, he could see that she was an example of perfection. The face appeared to be an exact oval framed by light brown hair that draped the sides of the face and curled under her chin. The eyes were bright, as if the blue of the irises was powerful enough to suck all will out of a man. The bone structure was delicate and the eyebrows thin, but not severe. This was a woman fit only for a royal. Her name was Mista Dreamwood.Glancing at the time on his. But I was not so blinded with lust that I would bonk them into oblivion upstairs in George's house in the middle of their birthday party. So I told them to behave and say nothing to anyone, and I promised they could come to London and see me in the week (it is less than a couple of hours by train from Cambridge). Meanwhile it was their party, I told them, and they must circulate among their guests, and so I sent them reluctantly on their way with (having quickly checked that George's eyes were.