Thor's Hammer
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"Ahh, the driveway," as the GPS commands a turn. The gravel crunches under my tires as I head for the house at the end. Pulling up behind a Beemer, I shut the lights off. Opening the door, I uncoil from the car. The firm 'chunk' as i shut the door attests to the quality of the coachwork. It is dark, so i pick my way carefully toward the front door. As I walk up the steps, my eyes are drawn to the window. I stop, transfixed. Both Moon and Muff are dressed (if that is the word) in sheer, scanty things - teddies, chemises, whatever they are called. Muff is on her knees, and Moon is flushed - her lips parted, eyes shining. It is clear that they have started without me. What an erotic sight! I pause, and drink in the scene - feeling like a voyeur, since they cannot see me.
"Ahh, the driveway," as the GPS commands a turn. The gravel crunches under my tires as I head for the house at the end. Pulling up behind a Beemer, I shut the lights off. Opening the door, I uncoil from the car. The firm 'chunk' as i shut the door attests to the quality of the coachwork. It is dark, so i pick my way carefully toward the front door. As I walk up the steps, my eyes are drawn to the window. I stop, transfixed. Both Moon and Muff are dressed (if that is the word) in sheer, scanty things - teddies, chemises, whatever they are called. Muff is on her knees, and Moon is flushed - her lips parted, eyes shining. It is clear that they have started without me. What an erotic sight! I pause, and drink in the scene - feeling like a voyeur, since they cannot see me.