
Comment no.106 posted by Morgan: As they had made the drive, Evan had told him about his family, and the house. Not for me to say really.
Comment no.107 posted by Peyton: I almost cried out in grief that I was being given this reminder in the autumn of my years of what might have been, what joy I could have had if I had not been so tied to the responsibility and luxury of Tuscany. The rest of the day went by in a haze.
Comment no.108 posted by Molly: What really matters is the fact that a man had one hand wrapped around my dick and the other holding my balls. It was at least ten minutes before either of us could form words; longer still before we managed intelligible conversation.