"Tina didn't really want to walk but having dinner here with Master and Ginasounded like it could be pleasant or at least not a painful experience. Ti...a carefully with small steps went back to the kitchen to tell Sarah about dinner. Sarah had of course asked this knowing Tina would have to make a second trip to the kitchen. Sarah had not missed the state Tina's pussy was in."Did Tina behave Gina?" Yes Master. She was good." You better get the spare bed out of the closet and set it up. Tina will. The snowy boots locked behind his back. “The milkman cometh,” she breathed.“No, the iceman cometh.”In his brown winter coat, Bo could have been the hungry, wooly beast Lisa had mentioned, in rut for the first time after a long hibernation. “Before daybreak, back in the cabin, I’ll churn my cream into butter.”“The more butter the better.”They were both on fire once again, their hearts, minds, and bodies insulated from the cold night air.Rapture, Bo thought. That’s what this is.The snow angel. I have a deep affection for you, Robert, and what we had earlier was lust that resulted in sex but not love. I think you still have affection for Betty, and sex with her now would be just that, sex. You need to think sex will result in love. Well, it does not always end that way. Most of the time, it’s sex just for the enjoyment of it.”“I understand what you are saying, but what does that have to do with the kids?”Pat became very animated as she confessed, “I will be honest with you, Rob. I. He became almost as mesmerized as she was.“I like, Daddy” Angela softly encouraged him. “More, Daddy, more?” she pleaded. Ben continued to massage her virginal valley, letting his finger slide the full length of her pussy’s slit, and lightly tickling her puckered little rosebud. Angela shivered deliciously in response. It was sorely tempting to try and give her an orgasm, but Ben knew that if he continued much longer, he’d have a problem himself, and his cock twitched to let him know that he.