Finn is moaning softly, but it is a contented moan, one of relief, one of satisfaction. When she is finished, she gives the tip of his prick a gentle ...iss, and lays her head on Finn’s stomach beside his prick watching it, she is still holding his prick lightly in her left hand, her right hand still exploring his ass…her finger still buried deeply in his asshole. She watches as his prick starts to sag a bit from its rigid erectness, leaning to one side. When Finn starts to say something she. They loved to talk about art, about philosophy, and the tree took such delight in listening to them. They spoke in a way with which he had no familiarity, with enthusiasm. They were of the same pleasant disposition as the tree, they didn’t speak negatively and they were never upset. He didn’t have any real grasp of what was boring or interesting, he just loved everything they had to say. Their voices hit his bark and reverberated inside his trunk, all the way up to his skyward branches and. Besides, I like guys in waffle-knit henleys and scarves. Call me crazy. ‘Maybe you’d like to lay on the couch for a while. Watch some television?’ He’s tugging at the blankets, mostly playfully, almost a smile. ‘Lie. It’s lie on the couch.’ Sean puts his hands back in his lap. These are kind of how our evenings have been going. Our mornings, too. He proposed about a minute before I was just going to go ahead and ask him, we both figured out it was time months before. He was so cute. Like acting. It was from Mom. She said she came home, caught a shower and went back to work. They had some big problems to fix and she would't be home until around noon. That meant it was just me and Ginger for the next six hours. I went to her room and went in. She was sound asleep, just as I left her. I took off my shorts, pulled the covers off of her beautiful, naked body and got in bed with her. She was on her side with her back to me. I slid one arm under her and reached over and started to hold.