He watched it fall to the floor and splatter into the carpet."Please I need it now!" she said in that half command, half pleading voice."Sorry I just ...as admiring the view."He walked on his knees closer, until his cockhead touched one butt cheek. He then grabbed hold of his cock and positioned it right at that tight entrance. A second later he used his hand to push it forward, leaning a little as he did. He watched it push against her anus. But it didn't go in. Jon pushed his hips forward more. . Cindy, Pull! Get him on the bed and we can go to find food." Not an easy task.Food? Kill the rabbit. Dad, bless his soul, raised rabbits. He sold the fur — we ate the rabbits. Like chickens which we had also... lard in the pan and fry very crisp. Chicken or rabbit — sometimes chicken and rabbit.One day the rabbits were gone. We were twelve then and Dad was away for several months. I knew how to trap rabbits and found out they were just as damn dumb as chickens. We ate rabbits and stuff from. He can see the candles all around the room, the atmosphere that Kira wanted for them to make love before the fire and candlelight. He moves slowly down her body, kissing each of her eyelids, her nose, her jaw, biting at her neck as he undoes the buttons on her shirt. As the skin is exposed, his soft warm lips press down on her, Kira's fingers running through his silken hair, urging him lower on her body. She is breathing deeply, taking in the scent of Jake's cologne, feeling her heart beating. "Hell no," I said; "or actually, yes. What you are doing and have done and plan to do to me: those are the things that turned, and are turning, me off."I can't do it, April. I can't. I can't be your cuckold. I just can't get it up for a woman who is of the opinion that I'm no good in bed, no matter how desperate I get. I thought I could get through the week, but I realize now that I can't. Seeing you like that, when you came out of the bathroom, trust me; I was—am—desperate!" I said."Finn, I.