“What’s this?” I asked.“I’m actually living in the hotel right now. With just recently being open, a few staff members, including myself, ar... staying here while everything is getting underway. That’s the extension number for the room that I’m staying in. Feel free to call at any time. If the girls need anything, just let me know.”“Thanks, Nicole.” I paused briefly as a thought occurred to me. “Well, I think you might be able to do something for me. If it isn’t out of line, that is.” This. Grazing in the woods, a young buck stopped as a powerful scent filled his nose. Taking in a deep breath he recognized instinctually. Doe in heat, must fuck. He wasn't the biggest buck in the area, no that title belonged to one older buck, but he was a close second. More importantly, the scent was very close. Perhaps he could fuck this doe first. The older buck was in his prime, but only for another season or two. It was the start of his time, older buck be damned. She was really in. She could feel her second orgasm mounting, when he rolls her over and positions himself between her legs. Finally, the union was almost complete. After several minutes of deep tongue kissing, all the while rubbing his now erect penis against her womanhood, she is ready for entry, and he makes her wait no longer. Gently easing the head into the tight, hot entrance of her pussy, he slowly enters her love muscle until every inch is inside her. He rests there to engage in even more kissing, while. He looked at the dates. His mother was right, she was his agewhen she died."Emily Windham, March 23, 1850-May 1, 1862. Beloved daughter and angel." She must have been very special, ma'am," he said.Mrs. Windham smiled."Yes she was very special to me," she said. "Just as I know you are toyou're mother and to me." To you?" he said. He couldn't help but think he had only known her afew days."I think an angel led King George through those gates," she said with alaugh. "Because the angel knew you.