Olivia

Butterflies do dream when they sleep. Chapter 17 Morpheus, the God of dreams, wrapped us in a cocoon of dreams. But when he did, he forgot to include a bathroom. I awoke with a four-alarm oral "urgent need to go" moment as my bladder trembled in an effort to hold back a flood of biblical proportions. It would be wonderful to wake up nice and slow like I used to do in my younger days. I used to enjoy the delightful transition from slumber to wakefulness. No such luck. Personal plumbing issues are now at the top of my morning's To-Do List. I groaned huge as I rolled away from Alice and felt around under the heap of clothes I used as a makeshift pillow. I breathed a sigh of relief when my fingers found my flashlight. My sigh turned into a groan when I saw that each LED bulb glowed no brighter than a dying firefly. Damn it! I’d forgot to turn anal it off before I fell asleep. In an instinctive reaction, I shook the flashlight as if that would be enough to wake up a few extra sleeping electrons. I examined my light for the traitor it had become. The Chinese manufactured flashlight carried a guaranteed battery life of twenty-five hours. No way the charge should exhaust itself after a few hours of sleep. Friggin' imports. Cumshots My little light was almost useless. A dozen lightning bugs would’ve shed more light. Hauling myself out of the sleeping bag turned out to be a real chore. My stiff muscles protested every move I made and my back was killing me. Payback for not having an air mattress. The atmosphere in the tent was rather brisk, a polite way of saying, "too damn cold." First things first, I crawled naked past our saucepan, AKA: a chamber pot. Screw it! I didn't want to bother cleaning our makeshift toilet; besides, we would later need to melt snow to replace our drinking water. At the door to our tent, I climbed to my knees. An upset bride once asked a famous advice columnist, "My husband insists on urinating in our backyard. Why does he do that?" Her answer became the stuff of legend, "Because he can." I shuffled forward and, plumbing in hand, I sprayed the dry, dusty ground of our cave with a monsoon of yellow rain. The first moisture in more than a hundred years. Lighting a cigarette and holding my prick in my right hand, I glanced at my wristwatch. The time glowed a few minutes after 11:30 in the morning. Huh? We slept for less than three hours? Then I noticed the date in the tiny square on the tits dial's surface. Holy shit! She put her arms around him, pressed her huge breasts into his chest and gave him a kiss on the lips. ‘Well you are freaking perfect. I hand her three $100 bills for a tip. A virgin, I had actually chosen a virgin without knowing. Elsie snapped out of her reverie, “Yes, just tying my shoes!” She jammed her sneakers sloppily onto her feet and raced down the hallway. “Look me in the eyes and tell me you didn’t do it.” “This is your new father. I’ll take good care of her David.” She says to me, giving anal me a kiss on the tits cheek. Selvi spread her thighs under his stimulation, inviting him to explore her womanhood. Aunt guddi says "we were just going to start trying for a baby so I going to fuck him (if I can) until his cock falls off. I. Was. Elegant dinnerware was situated formally on the tabletop. Susan said “I want that Cumshots older dog on the end there. I oral am not giving her up, just yet. Elena’s smile faded. She had on black yoga pants and was bent over into a bin, her ass facing me and leaving nothing to my imagination.