My Ideal Person:
Those imagined women of comfort and ease, realizing who and where and when they are on this world.. In History is all the Glory of Knowledge and experience gained so far... If compatable, it is a Space Rangers Priviledge to experience and revel in... To the Pure are all things Pure....1001 nights...1883 English first edition....

............ Suddenly, like MKB, we are Hashed out on ...in a rooftop apt. in The Medina Of Tangier. Faint coals warm the lime washed stone walls//// Fishing boats still ply the Harbour... My hands are Turbanes behind your back and I am devouring your breasts and I twist and fuck you !

...I never really stop, thought I have deposited a healthy amout of semen into you inner soul....Sucking your perfect nipples, held to you...I suddenly feel my belt teasing my spread buttochs....More and more you need it and tease me....my cock hardens... Suddenly as I am starting to drive into you hard, the sensation is on my rosebud and perrineum...SWACK...repeatedly...my cock grows to the ultimate and my mind too as I come into you as never before...Horns of the Anchovie Boats with their lights on and call from familiar roosters gives us place and time and we fall asleep joined, my necter leaking into you as my Male Eggs rest comfortable between your smooth tight thigh.... Love me !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!