He'd drop his things, they'dmake love, and then they'd bathe together while they talked over the day and planned dinner. Sometimes she would have dinn...r alreadyprepared and waiting to be warmed up and served. Other times theytackled the job together, constantly touching each other as they passedin the kitchen. On those days when it was his turn to prepare meals andshe hadn't beaten him to it, she'd hang out on the kitchen's periphery,waiting to help, or peer at him across the counter from the. Beside them, a bottle of lube leaks unnoticed onto the sheets.On the other side of the room is another bed, and there’s a tall, muscular Freshman with a good tan. Her name is Rey, and she’s clipping her toenails, ignoring the scene across the room from her. Her phone dings, and a photo shows up of a smooth, shaved labia. She ignores it.Down the hall, three officers of CCL are huddled together, planning initiations. Their names are Beth, Duni, and Sun.“The lineup was best,” Beth is saying. She’s. Today I contented myself with a firm cheek grasp and a lift so Rose walked the last ten feet on her toes. At the bed it was sort of the standard, a standard I never tired of; on her knees holding my dick about two inches from her mouth, almost as a microphone."How old's that cock in your hands?" Fifteen sir?" And how old is your shitty ass?'By now she knew the routine, "Oh sir, I'm 38 years old and I'm so privileged to be allowed to touch such a beautiful cock like this. May I kiss it? I swear. Those with long memories would remember that this had been the same topic towards the end of winter for every winter since hunters had first gathered at the hunter's fire. Winter hunts were difficult and more dangerous. Fording a stream could be deadly if you were to somehow slip and fall beneath the water's surface.Stick and Two Bears were trying to get comfortable at their camp fire as they debated heading back to the village with their freshly killed and dressed deer. They had finished.