I turned and reached for the one I had left on the table days earlier. I handed it to him and snuggled back up against him. Suddenly I felt a brush co...b slowly through my hair. It glided easily from the top of my head all the way down the length of my curly hair. Jamie made long, careful strokes. I sighed contentedly and closed my eyes. He put the brush aside and then began to let his fingers dance through my hair. ‘You are so beautiful,’ he said. I could sit here and hold you all day.’ ‘I. Then he pushed.Mel’s eyes widened and her mouth dropped open as he popped into her canal, though only a tiny croak escaped her. Her walls clamped down on him like a vise, preventing him from penetrating more than half his length.The redhead sucked in a breath and squeaked, “So big,” as he pulled back to thrust again.“So tight,” Liam said as he pushed a little deeper into her.Mel’s head dropped – her hair dangling – as he filled her with almost his full length before the resistance stopped him. Professional botanists would take a great deal of pride from having created something like this, but not Alan. From his point of view, all he'd done was provide the plants with good growing conditions and let them do the rest.Today he was feeling somewhat restless. Not uneasy -- at forty-three years old, he had a confidence in himself that few men his age possessed. He had a successful career (although not in botany -- that was a hobby), was well off and, he'd been told, wasn't bad looking. I'd say ... spittin' distance to the north and east ... and probably some south. If we were going someplace like Montana there'd at least be a barbwire fence to two to cut down the breeze ... all that's cutting back the wind is Lake Superior and if it did confound all predictions and blow from the south ... Lake Huron is solid ice." Weatherman is predicting a thaw." Weathermen? I'll have you know weatherman is the only job where you can be wrong three times out of five and not get fired. Do you.