Her breathing grew deeper as I continued the tight tongue fucking of her tiny ass, getting her used to the sensation."Oh Mr Andrews...that uh uh hmmm ...eels strange...but I think it's ok hmmm." It seemed that the second glass of wine was doing its job.With that I added some lube to a finger and began to work it around the entrance to her ass hole, only just letting it push inside.At this stage I was really showing self-control but I knew it would be worth it."Ohhh hmmm hehe..that feels funny". Kids, I would be lying to you if I said that it is not my own life that I fear for. I’m only forty-two years old, and although that may sound ancient to you its a terribly young age to die. But even if I was to die today, I would have lived a fairly full life. My fear, my beloved children, my gifts from God, is that we may now be living in an age where you may not be given the chance to reach this age. This is the very heart of my fear. I fear that your Mother and I have brought the three of. Jontin wouldn't have left her anyway, she was his only child, and his reason for facing life each new day. He would always be with her. The blaze made its way past the threshold of the doorway and into the room proper. Snaking along the floor, up walls and back along the ceiling until it came back on itself as it began to destroy the room, cutting off all exits. He could escape the heat, but couldn't escape the deadly smoke permeating everywhere. His head swam as the air in the room fuelled the. I certainly wasn't a 'hulk'. Most women considered me "too small and too pretty", as they often put it, to take seriously. True, I could have had any woman I wished simply by flashing my money around. Does that sound cynical? Anyway, I didn't want to do that and didn't respect guys who did. Then there was Kyra. She and I were within millimeters of the same height. If my diminutive, less-than-imposing physical size and pretty-boy good looks were a problem for her, she never mentioned it. She had.