He slipped his hands under her skirt, and felt the smooth shin of her thigh. “Come to the bed then.” They parted, and he followed her with measure... steps. She halted at the bottom of the bed, visibly more confident now, and then gave him a seductive half-smile. “Sit down here,” she ordered. Gabe raised a brow at her, slightly confused, but he participated nonetheless. Camille took off her top slowly and seductively; letting him drink in the sight of her. Gabe, although composed, wasn’t the one. And then, like a total noob, he thrust his big dick right up my butt without so much as a thought to my comfort or tolerance. It hurt. It actually hurt quite a bit. It took me all of 2 seconds to realize that Kyle was most likely a virgin, and I almost smacked myself in the head for being so blind. “Shit! Easy, Kyle! Go easy.” I grunted, even going so far as to flinch away from him. “Oh, uh, sorry.” He panted. He made a couple jerking motions with his hips that may have been his attempt at. The giant cinnamon roll breakfast was just that. One giant iced cinnamon roll with coffee and orange juice. The cake in Helen's cinnamon roll wasn't white or even white with a hint of yellow. The damn thing had so many eggs, and so much butter, it was absolutely the color of butter. The icing somehow was hard enough to be a candy all by itself. Helen had admitted to me once, that the recipe came from the file of recipes she had bought from the mill's caterer's daughter. The cinnamon buns had to. I don't expect a TPA greater than 1.1.1., but you can please yourselves, and I'm sure you will"Interstishul' yer say?"There I is, sat in a corner of the local's bar in the 'Jovial Tar'. What a bloody daft name that be. 'Twere the Jolly Sailor afore all they buggers from up London moved inter t'village an' landlord thort 'twere too commin fer the likes o' they, so 'ee got the brewry ter change it. Anyways, I'm wi my mate George an' ee's just used this big werd."S'right," says George, blowin the.