Anya took the hourglass from Harry's hands, closed her eyes in bliss, and imagined the endless caravans rolling westward, the sound of wagon wheels creaking over the prairie...
After a long while, she finally opened her eyes, resting her head against Harry's shoulder with a dreamy sigh. In a voice full of quiet excitement, she whispered, "Brother Harry... I love this gift so much! It's beautiful, like a painting in my heart. I want to see the old trails, the wild frontier, and so many, many places with you..."
Anya's petite, soft body pressed against Harry's arm, her ample chest rubbing against him, making his heartbeat quicken with excitement. His penis swelled, hardening and tenting his pants.
"Anya, if you want to go, after we cure your father's illness, I'll take you to romantic Turkey, Tokyo and Paris, then to Miami Beach to see the ocean, to Hawaii for a swim.. Then, we'll write a travel book and publish it... Okay?"
