My Saint Nicolas Day presents of hard candy for the children and a silver-backed hairbrush for my wife were a big success and my wife beamed happily f...r days afterwards. It became Reanna’s routine to sit behind my wife by the fire in the evenings and brush her long, soft, black hair as we talked. Mataoka would often close her eyes and lean back into her friend, a soft contented smile plastered over her face.Winter was harsh and Eric and Reanna and Eliza and Kanti moved up to our cabin, taking. At the time I was ecstatic; today it shames me to look back on how oblivious I was, and how easily my eagerness led me to inflict hurt and pain. And this is part of why I didn't protest one bit when Caitlyn announced she was waiting until marriage: I knew what could happen if I didn't listen.Long story short, we agreed not to get into anything that evening, and to merely sleep in the same bed together. That may sound surprising, especially in light of my protracted virginity, but at the time I. His cock was now fully erect and he could see precum glistening at the tip, as the heady aroma of Caroline’s cunt mixed with his wild fantasies of Charlie. He then looked at Rick in the picture, strong, youthful. Seeing Rick’s hands around Charlie’s waist, he found himself even more aroused. Aroused in imagining that Rick was watching as he slid into Charlie’s glorious cunt. He looked down and could not believe how hard he was. Caroline always got him hard, but this was different, this was so. Fuuuuuuck!Just a minute ago, Emily’d been taking a swig from her sports drink when one of the dickwads at the table behind her got in a playful shoving match and bumped her. The bright cherry-red drink had spilled down her cheek and all the way down the cute white nyan-cat T-shirt she was wearing.She’d cussed loudly, thrown the sports drink aside, and was prepared to sink her fists deep into the comically scattering jackasses behind her, when Brian had crossed around their patio table in a.