To hear my given name spoken from the very air Zander/Adonis breathes uncorks a cleansing surge of affection. It's as if my heart is pumping the ocean...itself and about to be overwhelmed.What was it about his appearance, hot on the heels of Dawn's peeping-Jane tales, that dispelled all those dizzying but dirty and impersonal thrills the way a thunderstorm freshens a swelter? The sight of him felt like a baptism in pristine waters, purification from a multitude of filthy curiosities.Okay, so it. She was flirting with a handsome exercise trainer at the inn and wanted to stay with him in town and I was feeling like a third wheel and jealous! I wanted to go back to the cabin. Since it was her car, I was stuck in town. I decided to walk back to the cabin, just a little walk in the snow. Being a city boy, I didn’t know that walking ten miles, in twenty degree weather, uphill at a high altitude wearing light boots and suede jacket was a really dumb idea. After walking about five miles, I. I do my best to cheer him up and be his friend and companion. Sometimes I think that is all that keeps him here with me. I think about my mother often. Father also told me I look just like her, except I have his eyes. I know I have his eyes, they are the same bright, icy blue every day. I imagine my mother was beautiful, because in all reality, I know I am too. I’m not being vain, it is simply the truth. Father loved her more than life itself, and if it wasn’t for me, I don’t know what would. The woman, for her part, had directed all her attentionnow to the throbbing member wandering presently betweenher legs. Slipping her legs either side of his, sheraised her hips, her pussy lips now sliding either sideof his shaft, upwards towards his tip.With his cock now nestled at the entrance to herdripping hole, the woman momentarily paused. Teasingthe man to the end, she slowly and purposefully loweredher self down, this time, however, the cock no longersliding along the lips of her.