"There was and other minute or so of long silence, then without looking at me little D whispered, "Ok."I frowned in confusion, "What?" Ok." Dawnie whi...pered again, before finally looking up at me and nervously stammering, "I'll… I'll be your bitch."Even though I knew she didn't really mean it, that she was way out of her depth, in that moment I wanted to tear off her clothes and ravish her cute little body. Because I love the chase and all, but having such a sexy cutie like Dawn Summers. The "i" is dotted with a tiny heart, and a little bow is drawn over the words. It's Maia's handwriting. She wrote this. On Janette's body. Oh my.In the kitchen, a wine bottle's cork pops.I look slowly up from Janette's pussy to her belly button, her breasts, her neck, lips, then eyes. She smiles down at me, then slowly spins on her tip-toes before me. Across her entire upper back is tattooed an impressively fine and detailed winged sun in the ancient Egyptian style. Her waist is narrow and her. I spotted several ducks, luxuriating in the warmth of the sun, as they stood near the shore. They stretched their necks backwards as they sought to locate their oil gland. Then they would begin to lubricate their feathers for the day of swimming which lay ahead. A white heron flew overhead; its body contrasting brilliantly against the blue backdrop of the sky.Suddenly, I spotted a bunny. I could not help but admire the soft and gentle presence that it added to the landscape. I tried to forget. "The young squaw replied back to the old woman, who nudged Donovan uponthe chest with the back of her knuckles. The boy's face grew ashen, "Ican't...I..." Suddenly, he thought better of saying anything that wouldcause his early demise."We teach," she said smiling, still holding the baby. Again the oldwoman spoke several words, then the young squaw turned back to Donovan."Na-hao want you to..." Again her eyes wandered, trying to come up withthe word that best described what she was thinking..