Sometimes it worked for a little while as I got lost in the sweet memories of our love, but then it would all collapse knowing we would never have hap...y times again.I got out of bed and sat in the big leather chair by the window and watched the rain swept darkness, feeling the ice that gripped my soul. The clock said it was three a.m. I hadn't been asleep more than a few hours. We got back from Christmas Eve services and by the time I got Amelia settled in with Taylor, it was pretty. Prince Carsol had seen her bathe unabashedly. Her body was strong and pear shaped. Her limbs were long, abut her torso was short and narrow. Compared to her large hips and thick strong legs she seemed bottom heavy.In fights, or quietly like during meals, she called him ‘Master’ in a way that exploded his heart. In the quiet times at camp, they had shared looks. Prince Carsol hoped when she lingered by his fire it was for him. He never got close to her. He could stand to lose her when he. She needn’t have worried. Joe had no intention of stopping, not until she’d climaxed for him. He maintained the pace and pressure against her clit and knew she was close. Just a little more, he thought as he quickened his pace yet again the muscles of his forearm straining under the effort. It was enough. Gwen’s back arched as her muscles constricted. Her whole body stiffened against him, her fingertips dug into his forearm, the grip on his penis constricted to the fine line between pleasure. We got the chronometers. While we were there I got a pair with leather bands for Tiger and Squeaker. We headed for home at 10:00 AM. Traffic was the usual Friday mess. We got home at 1:00 PM.Tiger and Squeaker were there to meet us. They had the van all packed and ready to go. We loaded up and headed for Armstrong Woods. Cynthia rode shotgun Tiger and Squeaker were in the back. We were there in a half an hour. We paid our camp fee and headed for the camp ground at Bull Frog Pond.Tiger was.