The sound of the doorbell made my heart flutter in anticipation. I hurried to open the door, the heated look in his eyes told me that I looked good. I...smiled up at him and leaned in to kiss him hello. ‘You look beautiful’ he said, pulling me tightly to him and running his hands down my soft curves. ‘Happy Valentines Day baby.’ His eyebrows going up as his wicked fingers felt the straps of my garters. I quickly stepped away from him, knowing that we would be late for our reservation if I stayed. That he has two daughters for whom he and Betty raise to become lovely young women, proves his procreative ability, but the lack of progeny produced by their lovemaking gets used as fodder against him.None of this matters to him. He has absolutely no interest in the young women thrust at him. Their self-interest and insensitivity makes him cold. None can match his first wife or Betty in character. And, of course, his libidinous needs are met every time, and better than any woman in existence.. Jaise hi maine apni jeebh uski choot par rakhi wo uchal padi. Kya taste tha yr uski choot ka namkeen or laziz main to tab se choot chatne ka diwana ho gya. Main abhi jeebh se uski choot ki vhudai kar rha tha or wo uchak uchak kar mera sir apni choot par daba rhi thi. Or thodi der me wo jhad gai maine uska paani saaf kiya or ab apna 7 inch lamba lund uske hawale kar diya wo use mooh me le kar choosne lagi or main uske mooh ki chudai karne laga. Fir maine uski kamar ke neeche takiya lagaya or. I had constructed a hunter's bow, and had become proficient, and had traded extra furs for arrow and spear heads of chipped stone, and learned the craft of attachment of said items to straight sturdy shafts of cured wood. Dora and Kodaco showed me the trick of heating and steaming arrow shafts to straighten them using a hard wooden circle with handle to lever with, ensuring more accurate flights.We had as many arrows as we could use for awhile, and could construct more as we went, as we took.