“Not fair," I pout like a child. His fingers trace my cheek, brushing a dark curl out of my face before absentmindedly resting his thumb on my botto... lip. “Thank you," he whispers. I burrow my brow in confusion. “For what?” I ask. “Everything," he replies before kissing me on the forehead. His answer was still ambiguous but I don’t question it. My fingertips settle on the long scars across his chest, that vary in size and shape. “How’d you get these?” I question. “Curiel,” He growls. The growl. Sitting down beside him, I pulled a little box out from under the coffee table and said "Here. There's papers and a little sack in this. Roll us up a taste while I get your clothes cleaned up." I got back up and headed to the bathroom where I gathered his muddy clothes and took them out to the laundry room. Rinsing most of the mud off in the sink, I plopped them into the washer and added some soap before starting it up. By the time I got back into the living room, he had the TV going and there. A little at a time he got deeper as I could see their pelvis' getting closer together until after several minutes they were touching as their crotches met. I was amazed that he fit most if not all of it inside of Marisa. I have no doubt she was too. Jerome just held himself there I assume to allow my wife to get used to his large size. I could tell Marisa was gradually relaxing under him. Jerome now started moving in an out a little at a time taking it slow. Marisa's face changed from an. I had a special holster made to let me hide the modified Starr in my boot, and the other one was carried in a saddle bag. I was now carrying a total of 15 bullets in conveniently reached holsters, so I felt that I was covered for all foreseeable occasions. I still carried my bowie knife and my Arkansas Frog Sticker for those really rare occasions when a gun was not appropriate.Jeff and I decided to swing south, now that it was beginning to cool off for winter. Actually, it was not the.