She always did have impeccable timing."Watching cartoons," I told her as I grabbed the remote and switched off the tv. The Flintstones are my go-to th...ng when life sucks for whatever reason. Fred and Wilma have the kind of relationship I'm looking for. Nothing too complicated. Nice house with a view. Loving husband. Lots of prehistoric sex. A "Bring your dinosaur to work" kind of life.It had gone nine and I was still in bed. Naked. "No, not today. Think I'll just work from home. Uh-huh. Nope.. I told her to continue what she was doing and we would talk a while. She sat on a lacy cushioned stool before a mirrored make-up table and began to run the comb through her thick hair. We could see each other in the mirror. I noticed a framed photograph of a beautiful woman next to the mirror.Her bedroom was decorated in a very feminine - almost little girl - style. White ornate furniture, lacey frills, fluffy cushions, stuffed animals, flowered motifs and a sweet perfume aroma made the feel of. As he looked around himself Arngeirr sat down and, bringing his nose close to the ground he began to sniff and listen for any wildlife that he might hunt. He soon caught the scent of a fox and followed it in the direction of Llinatas Deep, as he approach the bank he sighed, he hated swimming, he wasn't bad at swimming per say, just disliked getting wet, unusual though as he didn't mind getting dirty, sweaty or bloody.He swam quickly across to the northern bank to avoid the Slaughter Fish.. Chelsea whispered that during her morning school classes she had thought of nothing but us again making love. Now that she had been initiated to sex, the libido of this girl could not be shut off!However, some common sense had to prevail over horniness. Gwen was just one floor below getting ready to step out of the shower, and it had really pissed her off a few hours earlier when she discovered that Chelsea and I had screwed one another. In spite of our mutual rising passion (in my case, a.