Jessica, sliding the footstool forward, dragged her hand up his inner thigh a little bit more. “Aw Darling but you’re always too tired Christmas m...rning to properly exchange gifts….besides it’s a common tradition to open a present Christmas Eve…and for us this is then.” She explained, rhyming off a list of excuses; teasingly dancing two of her fingers up his thigh a little. “I figured we could both give it a try to help you relax…” A wicked grin appeared on her lips as she saw her husband. I was aroused. As a woman. As a she-troll.-----I'd had an idea. A way to get food that didn't rely on speed or ahunter's tools or knowledge.Noodling, they called it. Fishing for catfish with your bare hands. Ithought it was insane. But I was a troll now. Tough hide, superstrength. And I was so fucking hungry. I remembered the pond, andvaguely recalled where it lay in relation to the cave. I was pretty sureI could find the way again.Besides, I needed the distraction.I'd dreamed again. Of Izzy, I. The first thing she noticed was the isle she was going to walk down, white silk covered the isle from the last row to the arch way that was covered in red and white roses. It was where Jake was now standing, his lips turned up into a shy smile as he watched her approach closer. Riley took a deep breath as everybody stood and turned to look at her as she was just feet away from touching the white silk that was covered in red rose petals. The rows looked nice, the chairs where covered in white. The campervan sped up as Mary quickened her search for a stopping place, still open mouthed in shock, eyes tracking back and forth between the road and the rear view mirror.At first Jess made a big deal out of rubbing her small tits and toned stomach against John's back everytime I fucked her, but by the time Mary had found a deserted spot to pull in to, Jessica was looking back at me with a half expectant, half bored stare.“That would be a start” she said, “but how come only he gets anal, I.