I got a whole bunch of brownie points for telling her that. I also took Will’s advice and bought a little second-hand run-around. Nothing fancy, jus... a well-built, good running, French super-mini. I also treated myself to a new laptop and one or two other boy’s toys. My friends believed my story about my modest inheritance—even Clarissa. I felt bad not telling her the truth, but Will was right, she didn’t need to know. And I was worried it might change things between us if she did.Throughout. I only asked one. "How?"Her smile outshone the sun setting behind her. "Together."=-=-=Christmas Chocolate RingsThe fresh pine log snapped and hissed as it caught fire from the dyingembers below. I nearly spilled what was left of my lukewarm cocoa on theblanket covering our legs when Rachel grabbed my mug."Wait a sec!" There was a metallic clank as Rachel fished something frommy drink."What's going on?" Well, it wouldn't be very romantic if you choked on this."Something damp and warm slid onto. Marcus pushed me for an answer, he had people on hold, I swallowed hard and said go for it. I sweated that weekend horribly to the point my wife and daughter asked me continually was anything wrong. I would pace and rub my hands, kind of like a new dad waiting to hear he had a healthy new baby. I never got the particulars of the race, horse or anything, I relied on Marcus to just set it up. I promised myself over and over, whatever the outcome, I would never do this again, bet this heavy. This. “Fuck it! Fuck it hard, Collin! Oh damn, that feels so fucking goooood!” she groaned.I couldn’t disagree with her on that point. She was so tight it almost hurt, but it was a good hurt, and I kept inching my way into her letting her get used to being violated. Maybe violated isn’t quite right. I mean she did ask for it, and as a matter of fact seemed to genuinely like it. A lot. She kept still until I was all of the way into her, and then she began to clench her anal muscles around me,.