Touching Moms Breasts

Riding Hood awoke to the sound of rain on the window.

He rose quietly to avoid waking up the beautifully dark-skinned girl, naked between the sheets of cotton. Barefoot

went to the living room of her tiny apartment, made coffee in the superb new machine that was purchased with the advancement of the publisher.

opened the windows to better hear the rain coming down and smell the wet city in a dark and cloudy morning.

The music he heard, as literature is now created, was unseated miraculously time. The reproducing apparatus under one of his very favorite albums with one painted by Andy Warhol banana on the cover.

perched on the back of the sofa purple to be level with the edge of the window and the first sip of coffee, put the breath, in a silence so deep.