He couldn't say how, exactly, but just as the other box made him think of the Garden, this one made him think of Annette.Annette gasped when she saw t...e box. She knew how rare it was for Gary to carve something like this, and it was astonishingly beautiful. She cradled it in her hand, tears starting in her eyes. Gary gently cupped her hand, then opened the box. Inside lay a single ring, also of carved wood. Ironwood, as it turned out."Will you be my wife?" asked Gary.Annette was silent for a. He seemed calm, assured as always, keeping a refined dignity on hand at all times. If Morgan Styles did grieve, he’d done so in isolation. It was his lack of emotion that roused some suspicions as to the true nature of his wife’s death. If Morgan Styles had been involved on some level, it behooved the local authorities and no charges were ever filed, nor was any investigation to take place. It seemed that her death, curious as it may have been — a woman in surprisingly good health to simply die. ... as hot cum shot out of me like a fire hose” . Daddy had this dreamy glassy look in his eyes watching my body shake and quiver as I came and said “yes,baby, it’s called squirting and not many women have experienced the intense pleasure of such a massive orgasm” shoving his finger back deep inside me making me squirm in sheer bliss.My Daddy stopped what he was doing and moved up between my legs, I looked down at his cock as he rubbed it up and down my slit, I thought to myself a little. " My Italian cousin's lasagna used to be my favorite. Not any more"Charles looked at his watch. "I'm afraid I'll have to take my leave. Poker rests for no one."I raised an eyebrow at Olivia."Oh, his weekly poker seminar. He teaches an intensive poker workshop during intersession, and then has weekly games with his graduate students. You should try it sometime." I'm not much of a gambler."Charles winked at me. "I'm driving near campus. Want a lift?"Olivia demurred. "It's not that far. I was.
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