Based on "A Dialogue between the Soul and Bo...y" by Andrew MarvellSOUL: Oh, who can from this bear releaseA flowered soul who knows no peace?This meaty hand, this bulging arm,This weedy face which knows no charm,This hairy foot, this eye that leers,This mottled nose, protruding ears:A prison grown large to restrainThis sweet and simple, gentle brainWhich longs with every coarse. What I saw took my breath away.I’d always seen Sara as Bud Wilson’s overly patient wife, doing her wifely duty even as he (and often, his daughter Belle) went out picking and bartering and God knows what in the barns and warehouses of America. She always looked good, always in colors that made her hair and surprisingly dark complexion stand out even more. I was quick to notice there were no tan lines on the woman.Nor was her teenage counterpart any slouch. Nicky had legs that seemed to go on. I then went back to the bathroom and pulled my dildo off the wall. I wanted to stretch out so he could enter easier. I lubed up and rammed my dildo in my hole for a couple minutes then decided to check my inbox one more time.I had gotten a reply from a man named mario that read, "nice, sexxxxxxyyyyyyyyyyyyy ass" and had a picture of his thick curving latino cock. I love black cock but latino cock tastes so good too and fuck good as well. So i replied to him with my address and said he would be. ” She opened up her arms.“With pleasure.” Jake said, putting the bottle of water down next to the stove before approaching her, where he took her in his arms and shaped to kiss her.“I haven’t washed or cleaned my teeth yet, Jake.”“Don’t worry, I have and I don’t mind one little bit,” he proceeded to give her a toe-curling kiss that almost made her faint.Sunday was a much nicer Spring day, cold and breezy but bright and sunny. They managed to walk up one of the smaller hills before setting out.Read More
