By now he was touching me all over. Scott’s hands expertly undid my bra, giving him access to my pink little nipples. Tickling one, he began gently ...ucking on the other. I let out a soft moan, falling back into the sofa. “Hmm, you seem to like that! How about if I kissed you... Here?” His lips began trailing down my chest towards my stomach. “Or if they went down here..?” He was now teasing me, kissing across my flat stomach. I moaned again, louder. “Oh baby, that feels good!” I started to. Everywhere like that, time is omnipresent, all flashes of new gently wrapped or firmly trapped in tendrils reaching forward from centuries past. This is old, and I am young. At least I think I am, and all I sense is the flood of empty people, trampling what might have been a proud hotbed of pivotal events into a Disneyland for the wannabe intellectuals. What am I doing here? Did I come to see if touching these old bricks would make a difference, as if walls and arches and blackened oak doors. His master had said that after she was gone he would still have to live with her death. He just didn't think it was going to be this hard.Mara could see that something was tearing the older man up inside. Reaching out she put her arms around a startled Dempsy. "It is always hard to lose someone, even the worry stays with you. Losing father was hard on me but his life inspired me to do and be more." Releasing him she stepped back, "Father always said you were like a rock, unfeeling. I'm so glad. In an instant he was deep inside her. She wrapped her arms around him and put her legs around his waist, so that her heels were between his thighs. They lay a while, becoming accustomed to one another, Sara humming as she felt her vagina adjust to his hard member."Nice, Robert. Kiss me a while.' Their mouths met and their tongues mingled. The feeling in her loins grew stronger and more urgent as Sara felt Robert's weight against her breasts, his rigidity waiting deep inside her. Their hips.