" She set aside her hand bag and pulled her arms from her fall jacket. I caught a glint of gold and saw the band wrapped about her third finger on her...left hand. "The reasons that drove me to my private spot were all insignificant to that squirrel as I realized the little monster was preparing another acorn to drop down upon me. I jumped up and thanked the wise little animal and returned home."Her mouth stopped moving, and it was a rather sensuous mouth, it was her eyes that spoke to me. As if. “Merry Christmas Sam.”Lying in bed she thought about all the things which brought her to this place just three weeks ago; the death of her parents, her escape from her uncle, growing up on the road, the menial jobs and hardships while she moved from place to place, always looking over her shoulder. And now thanks to the deaths of two fine people she had never met she could possibly start a new life – a life that would free her from her uncle and whatever bloodhounds might still be after Kate. Then I make my way under the hood and stroke the muscle like clitoris,stroking and stimulating stroking and stimulating,what keeps happening the taste makes suck and slirps harder,my queen and twirls uncontrollable,make me fucking cum my Darklover: muching and gently crunching. Yes no's and stops,not until you fucking pop. I shake up her vaginal meat. Then I feel a rupture cumming as I pressed more and more for it,The love and hate look on her face told me I enter a point of no return and this. So I was about to leave, she started saying that”babloo often gets hungry, I should have to feed milk every one hour”I wondered why she’s saying that to me. she kept saying things about babloo and about her husband…..but nothing was getting inside my ears as my eyes and brain were struggling each other. apart form these, my thing in my boxers started seeking a sweet hole to be placed. despite of all the things, I listened to my brain and I said “i think I feel uncomfortable sitting in front of.