.. was a gift. I was pregnant with him when Peter – my first husband – was killed, and I didn’t know. He was born at about half-past one in the ...orning of Christmas day. A Christmas present from God.”“Dulcie,” Liina interrupted, “lunch is ready. It’ll keep a while if you’d rather...”“No, love. Let’s eat now. I’ll talk to Helen later; if she wants to, of course.”The lunch was a savoury casserole, with dumplings. Instead of a grace, though, Dulcie took a small bread roll and tore it in half.. The trail was slick with ice from the remains of the drizzle which had been falling since I'd awakened the morning after finishing my hilt work. The skies had finally cleared sometime during the night, and the temperature dropped enough to freeze the remaining water the thick, clinging drizzle had left on everything.We went slowly all morning, unwilling to risk our lives and limbs with the unsure footing. Deak's willingness to go on at all was a pleasant surprise in my book. Trail horse or no. When I arrived I was excited to see a full parking lot and my spirits were lifted. I parked, got out of the car, adjusted my stockings, lifted my skirt just enough to expose the bottom of my ass if i barely bent over, and fluffed "the girls". I walked in, and asked for admission to the theater. I quickly got an ego boost when the man at the counter (before seeing my i.d.) told me that females had to be accompanied to gain entry. I flashed a happy, coy smile and slid him my id, and he quickly. " Maria sounded positively giddy. I still hadn't figured out exactly what she needed for a full sexual experience. Maybe watching a virgin getting deflowered would do it. Whatever, I was more than ready to have my dick inside Becky's tight little pussy.The next few minutes were a blur of hands stripping off clothes. I'm not even sure who took what off of who, just that before long all of our clothes were on the floor, and the three of us were on the bed. Maria was sitting, her legs out to.