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. She recalled the Fairy's harsh sentence. No shelter from the wind and rain and burning sun. The despair that she was beginning to feel left her. If this was to be her fate, then so be it. She would survive - somehow!She scrambled to her sore feet and started walking again. Her every step was the purest agony, and she could no longer resist the imperative need to weep. Her tears mingled with the rain as it swept her tortured body. That beautiful body, delicate and frail, shook with her sobs, but. "Good idea, Mom. Get me a beer. I'll get the music."Susan turned and walked slowly from the room, swaying her ass provocatively as she went.By the time John returned from his room with his CD player, Susan was back in position. A cold beer sat on the coffee table. As the music began, John reseated himself in his same spread-wide, lewd position. This time his ass was raised up off the edge of the couch. Susan could just see between his firm cheeks and the small pucker of his asshole. She felt.Read More
