Ashhhh! There is just a certain itching and prickling sensation to his fingers fiddling on my breasts that I cannot assist and help in any way probabl.... We are in a great lot deal of darkness ... and yet we are having and enjoying sex so very much. This tastes like heaven indeed. I luv it!Faster; quicker; and more rapidly; Stian burrows and nudges deeper and more quicker into me with his fingers from the other hand, generating and crafting and building such a grand and high-speed locomotion. Rhonda fixed herself a glass of wine and only after a couple of sips and contemplating a number of possibilities did she work up the courage to lift the lid.Slowly it opened, raising and then dashing her hopes. What she saw was simply an old tattered rather nondescript quilt. Withdrawing it and setting it aside, she dug further. Under the quilt lay two small trophies and a souvenir plate from Tacoma, Washington. The trophies bore no names and there was nothing on the plate other than the usual. The reindeer had been drinking all afternoon and were dead drunk. To make matters worse, they had taken the sleigh out for a spin earlier in the day and had crashed it into a tree. Santa was furious. “I can’t believe it! I’ve got to deliver millions of presents all over the world in just a few hours – all of my reindeer are drunk, the elves are on strike and I don’t even have a Christmas tree! I sent that stupid Little Angel out HOURS ago to find a tree and he isn’t even back yet! What am I. It was tall enough for the centaur and then some, and wide enough for him to turn around in. But if it was dark outside, it was absolute black inside the cave.“Wait here,” she said. “I have a lantern inside, and some flint. Just give me a minute.”“Be careful.”“I know I know. Don’t worry about me.” She’d been out to the cave well over fifty times. She just had — ouch! Her foot slipped, stubbed a toe, and she grumbled profanities and godly curses upon whatever fool had left that rock by the.