"Free their eyes to see the truth and let the truth be free." Another sip of the wine felt warm in her belly and sent a wry smile to her face. She ope...ned her arms wide, freely exposing her nude self in the bright light of the full moon.Returning to the bench, Moira set the chalice to the left of the candle and once again retrieved the dagger. She skipped and danced around the bench, again in an anticlockwise direction, stopping on each rotation at the next compass point, facing that direction,. As she shivered Robert slowed a little, and for a moment or two, they lay there. Robert was still slowly pushing his hard cock in and out of her pussy and Paula could feel her pussy dripping down his cock. The orgasm had been amazingly strong, and now Paula felt even dirtier.She suddenly realized that she was laying on her bed, Robert between her legs and his hands on her tits and ass, his cock still sliding in and out of her. Instead of being upset, she felt incredibly sexy and incredibly. ——————————– LATE IN 1997 Tears had begun to appear around my lover and patron Sophia’s eyes, and now they crawled down her face. We had moved to the overstuffed antique chairs in her suite at the Oxford as I completed the account of Dean’s first night back in the Mile High City. The day’s light was gone. ‘So that’s why I didn’t see Tony again.’ Sophia had only met him once, but had been charmed by his lively eyes and intelligent conversation. It was easy for a woman to enjoy imagining him as. Another text came through. Did this one contain an image of a hard, veined dick smeared with pre-come, designed to drive her wild with desire for her man back home? Perhaps he had his hand encased around the thick shaft, fat head swollen in readiness, desperately wishing to pierce her outer defences and glide into her silky confines. Or was it a photograph of his semen splotched onto his belly, unable to contain himself after he'd seen the pictures of her juicy insides? Whatever the content,.