Based on "A Dialogue between the Soul and Body" 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. I watched as Elizabeth rolled Rebecca’s nipples, pinching them, pulling on them. Her nipples were turning red, but Rebecca was moaning with delight, pushing her pussy forward, slightly closer to my mouth. I could smell the pussy juice that Elizabeth was causing. The scent was intoxicating. Elizabeth’s right hand crept down to Rebecca’s skirt. She pushed up the flimsy material, giving me a full view as she rubbed Rebecca’s clit. With my hands bound, I could not touch the nub that protruded,. You took the news better than most.”Friday morning after a few hours of work we raced to San Jose Airport, left my car with a concierge at Signature Air Services who’d be sure it got turned in properly, and walked out to Mindy’s plane as a lineman raced ahead with a trolley with our luggage on it. We watched as the luggage got put in the hold, we got into the plane, and Mindy introduced the pilot and copilot. The door was shut, and the engines started immediately. We taxied for a few minutes,.Read More