To my delight, the harps were gone like the wind, but so was the little stream of crystal clear water. I was just about to protest when there was an exasperated sigh and the stream appeared again, this time for good. Mature sex On the banks there was a fine gravel, and here and there a golden sand stretched along the banks forming a little beach. There were gyms and a games room on the mothership; I tried to superimpose the two gyms over the image of my childhood heaven, somewhere beyond the trees in the distance, and I sensed that something was wrong. “Heaven, Heaven,” whispered the distant voice, and I stripped leisurely, immersing myself in the warm, feathery embrace of the water. Adam, on the other hand, was pampered with plentiful air, a feathery bath and rivers of milk and honey.
