Erk. I took a few squares of toilet paper from the roll and hesitated. ‘How do I, um…?’ I squeaked. ‘I haven’t… er, that is… I haven’t...exactly done this before.’ ‘Oh, just back to front, not too firm.’ she instructed me. I swallowed my incipient panic and did my best to follow instructions, even while trying desperately not to touch her labia. This really was more uncomfortably intimate than I was prepared for. My wrist brushed against her untidy pubic hair. I guessed one thing you couldn’t. So, on the tree it went. Clayton got up off of his knees and searched the tree for others that held such deep memories and feelings for him. They’d never mean anything to her again. The thought made him angry but he pushed it back. He continued to finger the different decorations: A cinnamon bun made of plastic that he’d won for her at the fair on their second date, a small statue of Ronald McDonald, a bulb with their picture pasted on the front, a Christmas tree made entirely of the napkin. "Give Me those!" He said, "You don't deserve them!" and just like that, they were gone. My favorite boots. The boots He'd given me because I'd been so good. He thought I was no longer worthy. It was like being splashed with ice water.He turned on His heels and left the room, then returned with a bottle of tequila in one hand and a shot glass in the other. He slammed the shot glass onto the wooden coffee table in front of me with a loud bang. I jumped. Then he filled the shot glass, some of the. Her hands gently brushed along the shaft of his cock, and she felt him throb and grow even harder. Her hands reached the waist of his pants. She ran her finger along the edge, feeling his skin. She felt the heat radiating from his body.She slowly started to pull down his pants. She lifted the waistband over his cock, releasing it. He was so hard that it was resting against his belly. The sight of him always made her crave him even more. She took her time admiring his fullness.To her, he had the.