Yes it was Christmas and she was safe and warm and not worrying about her next meal.Was she happy? She thought about her feelings - maybe content was ...he best description because in truth, happiness for her was still associated with her past life with her parents and brother, but at least for now she’d fill in for Jessica and for Jacob and do the best she could. For all that she’d take the sense of contentment she felt this Christmas morning - contentment stemming from the fact she wasn’t cold. A similar thing happened while hiking in the Forest of Dean we found a nice little clearing off the path in a clearing in a wooded area a very romantic spot, we set out a rug and had a picnic then decided a bit of lovemaking was in order. Once again we had seen few people in the area heard no one around, as soon as we were stripped out of the corner of my eye I see a shadow in the nearby trees as we get down to business I see not one but three guys watching one could have been no older than. I am so relaxed, so content here, that I can’t help but smile. Your lips on mine are as warm and soft as that first time. Thunder echoes in the distance. Lightning splinters the dark sky. Wind-blown strands of hair cross my cheek; and your fingers are warm as they brush the hair aside, tangling at the back of my neck. The air smells damp, of dust and rain and the scent of your skin. There is electricity in it, too, from the storm, and from the desire flashing between. Watching her face light up, I knew she was lost inside her own little dream world. Renee must have spent five minutes fantasying about Marcus's massive cock, and how astonishing it might feel to have her pussy stretched by such an enormous piece of meat. Hell, I was busy calculating how much of that huge monstrosity my Baby Girl would be able to take. And any notions I may have entertained of watching Renee deepthroat this man, were instantly shattered. Maybe Marcus would still shoot his load.