But the house was quiet and timid after the guests had gone home. He was like the last sip of wine in a glass that if taken would leave only traces of...what was. The chef sat dwarfing over his red couch tending the unsatisfactory image that gave route to his thoughts. He stood up, paced the warmed red wood floors. He seemed to trapeze from one paradox of activity to another, skipping over the pause of stillness. He stopped the rusticity of his movements, trying to focus on a sound coming from. Finally she covered her stomach in oil, but before she lifted her miniature panties to do the same thing to her mound, she looked up at my window and - in mime - asked me if she should. I crawled to my window, lifted my head high enough so she could see me, and nodded a strong affirmative.She grinned back, and indicated with her hands that she wanted me to stand in front of the window. Her fingers asked the question, how stiff was my cock? She showed me three positions: hanging limply. More

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