His habit of leaving notes in my underwear drawer, obscene messages on my phone. His large rough hands lifting me carelessly by the hips, skirt around... my waist, knickers around my knees. His equally large cock, shoving me against the wall with a lovely solidity. Toe-tingling, muscle-cramping, scream-inducing multiple orgasms. Displays of arousal, his and mine, tents and damp knickers just with the thought of it all. A world reduced somehow to simplistic values. His cock. My cunt. Heat,. "Flag?" He wondered what they would do with one certainly in space, where it wasn't likely to flap in the wind. She came back carrying a couple of packages, followed by Mary, his second concubine and also a fine leader. Terry assumed that Mary, an emergency and trauma nurse practitioner, didn't have a sponsor CAP because she saved life, rather than taking it. Many trauma surgeons considered her a better Incident Commander than they were, and they'd rather operate anyway. He tended to think that. "Ik doe met jou wat ik wil, nietwaar meisjes." Ze joelden enthousiast. Ze schoof haar hand lager tot op zijn kruis, en begon zijn dikke bult tekneden. "Hé, néé, oh, stop, dat kan niet." Ze lachtte al haar witte tanden bloot en gleed met haar tong over haar bovenlip. "Toch ! Toch wel knaapje, dat kan wel. Trouwens ben je homo of zo." "Nee, natuurlijk niet." "Wel dan, geniet er maar lekker van. Heb je een liefje?" "Dat zijn jouw zaken niet." Ze kneedde het pak in zijn kruis. Hij moest zich. I possess a share of wit, and a certain relative sensibility, which enables me to draw from life in general, for the support of mine, all I meet with that is good, like the monkey who cracks the nut to get at its contents. I am rich, for you have one of the first fortunes in France. I am your only daughter, and you are not so exacting as the fathers of the Porte Saint-Martin and Gaiete, who disinherit their daughters for not giving them grandchildren. Besides, the provident law has deprived you.