He also felt her despair, her anguish and he understood that she held herself away from him because he was unknown to her. But to be so terrified of h...m? It meant only one thing. She was human. She had to be. And this posed a whole new set of problems, ones that he was scarcely willing to fathom until he actually had her in his grasp. He’d cross that bridge when he got to it, so to speak. “Are you ready, my liege?” Balior’s Head Guard and best friend, Maksim Vikenti, implored from the bottom of. . and you LOVED it by the sounds you made (sighing, panting, groaning, moaning)... I didn't allow you (or indeed myself) to cum just yet, even though we both felt like it... No, first I lifted your feet onto my shoulders, thus lifting your bum high enough for me to pull your cheeks apart with my thumbs, before putting my nose and then my tongue to your "cherry" (trying to penetrate you that way)... and you were resting on your shoulders and forearms, arching and making all those beautiful. C'mon Greg, let's find our ladies." I climbed over the bank and we found ourselves in knee-deep snow as we started down the bank towards the river.The snow had already started to cover the tracks left by the Jeep as it went down the hill so following them wasn't easy."Greg, lets split up. You go about fifty feet to the left then continue down the hill. We can cover more ground that way." Okay. I hope we find them soon." That's when I remembered my phone. I called Beth but got a "phone not. We went outside on the patio while mom and Aunt Susan were having some beers, although I was reading Sports Illustrated, College Football edition; I was kind of listening to their conversation. As I mentioned it before aunt Susan is in her mid-forties, husky/chubby, dirty blonde hair, and very pale skin. In all of my 15 plus years I don’t recall ever seeing Aunt Susan in anything but jeans and t-shirt. Their conversation was mainly related to work, kids, etc. Then mother asked Aunt Susan well,.