”“I’ll never forget it, I can promise you that.”“Good. Now how about we go and open gifts? I owe you that surprise.”We get up and throw on...just robes not bothering with clothes. We head into the living room and I stop dead in my tracks. There in a small little pen is a puppy with the biggest bow around its little neck. I let an excited awe moment and rush over to it. I quickly see its a little girl puppy and hug her to me, giving her lots of kisses and cooing at her.“I take it, you like her? I. They're all set up for a fancy meal; they're dying to meet Rocket," he answered."Christ, after that I don't think I'll be able to move for a week," I said, "Besides, a night in the meadow with Clara sounds just fine." Oh thank you very much Mr. Scouries, but my guess is you'll be able to entertain my little sisters. I must say though, I like the bald look you have. You're so smooth down there," she finished as she ran her fingers across my shaven skin and balls. As she lowered her head towards. He took a moment to enjoy the sight before him. Princess Mary was a beautiful woman. Her regal bearing was always perfect, and when she walked her hips swayed softly from side to side. Her satin locks of sable hair was long, hanging to her waist. and always it was brushed to a shiny glow, and scented with roses. Even now, the scent teased his nostrils from across the room. Her hair fell in abundance over her shoulders, and down her back. Several strands stuck to the skin of her pale neck. He. She shivers and goosebumps spring up instantly all down her neck. And further: I can just glimpse her nipples, incredibly hard against her thin pajama top. Her breathing shifts, shallower, but more rapid.I can also see a rip in the collar of her pajama top, just below the hollow of her throat. I give a small, real, smile. My wife is a clever, clever girl. And the Bitch underestimated her again.I force my left arm under her – between her arm and her body. I reach up with it and grip the hair on.