"Ah...ah....ah....ah....ah!"His thrusts became slower, but sharper as the pleasure subsided. Lifting his hips forward, he dangled his softening cock t... her mouth, letting her lick and suckle him clean.He was too close now; gripping his girl's hair, he tilted her head back and forced his cock all the way down her throat in one hard thrust. Holding her steady between his hands, he fucked in and out of her throat, pushing further, forcing a tiny gag, but she swallowed and he thrust, his cock a. I thought you were falling in love with Charlie?”“I still am! But, Bob, Bob is a dreamboat. My dreamboat.” Linda said with an enchanted expression on her face.Larry was doing the ‘Bobble-head’ thing again. “Whoa, I’m still lost. Who were you just talking to, besides Charlie?”“Oh, that, ... Greg and Jamie. They were teasing Charlie. He doesn’t like needles either!”“WAIT A MINUTE! You can communicate like Charlie and Greg? When did this happen?”“Yesterday, silly. And with Bob, Mary and Jamie too.. "A red fox skirted the edge of one of the tree lines. I thought his coat looked extra golden in that particular setting. I could see that Anna had seen the animal also.I took the scenic route, which took us down winding roads that weaved through trees coved with snow, and ponds that had not yet been crossed by snowmobiles. Each bend in the road would supply us with something new to study and appreciate.I crossed a railroad track and told Anna we were close. Just then a large dog came running. But three simple pushes and pulls, sliding small pieces of embedded wood in or out, and the lid popped up. I eased the spring-loaded top open, wary of that it was some kind of trick box. It wasn't, but I was still surprised, by the contents. There were three bundles of pictures neatly laid out left to right, in the sequence of their dates, noted on the paper wrapped around them to protect the pictures from the elastic bands keeping them together. The pictures were dust free, safe inside the.