So, is that a challenge or what, I ask you?Claudia's been aware of my craving ever since we were teenagers. I openly ogled her ass whenever she walked...around in her skin-tight jeans or when she was wearing her panties. Claudia is a woman who loves to accentuate her feminine curves, knowing how it affects me. She would give me that sparkling smile and clap her hands, when a bulge would show in my pants. Then she'd teasingly say things like, "I know what you want, DAH-ree-oh, but you can't have. Jenny and I blushed and led the girls into the house where thegasps of wonder continued. Katie excused her self for a moment whilethe British contingent made their way into the great room."This is incredible," Hendo said as we all went out the large doors ontothe patio and took in the magnificent views of the lake. Nikki andSarah just turned and looked at us."You two need to get rid of your flat and move out here!" Sarah said,and her wife nodded heartily. Just as we were about to respond, a. And I knew where I was and knew the turn was coming. But ... there’s always a but ... the tire tracks in the snow left by the logging truck didn’t turn and I was confused. Log truck drivers travel this road at least twice a day and they know where they are. And of course it was slippery ... really slippery. When I realized that I was supposed to make a sharp left it was too late.I’ll admit I tried ... maybe I shouldn’t have ... but survival took over even if it was too late.On first graze the. Here’s a news flash for you, Reverend. People don’t care about other peoples’ opinions of how they should have sex. I know all about your anti-LGBTQ rants and ravings. You need to figure something out, Marcy. As much as you might think that you are the sole keeper of how humans should have sex, science has proven that sexual preference is genetic.”“It is not! It is a choice! Those people chose to be gay!”“Really? Let me ask you a question, Reverend Marcy. How old were you when you chose to be.