The moaning was loud and it was turning me on. When I was hard and wanted to fuck him, I lifted him to me by his ankles. His hard round ass was presse... against my wood. I was already on my knees on my bed and ready to stick it in. As rough I can be, I let myself go . Put my nose next to him and start kissing him with the passion of joy. Eye contact was there and I started swimming in his blue eyes like I was surfing on the tropical oceans of Hawaii. I go so off on his enjoyment, this emotion of. I had just enough time tomake an omelet and a pot of coffee. My timing was perfect. At exactly6:30am, I entered Mistress' bedroom with her breakfast."Good morning, my Goddess," I whispered as I put her breakfast on thenightstand and took my place under the covers. I began to lovingly kissher beautiful pussy while she roused from her slumber.Two orgasms later, she pulled me up and held me in her arms as she ateher breakfast. She teased me with a bite of her omelet, but only let mehave one bite,. There were also two filleting knives and a hone for them, as well as other miscellaneous gear that included a pair of thin but apparently watertight boots that came to his crotch.He had spent the morning yesterday digging out more shelves for his newfound supplies. Today, the case contained, among other things, fatigues like the ones he was wearing. There were four sets that were a decent fit for him, but ... there were two sets designed for a woman – a petite woman. The case also contained. It wasn’t with anyone, anything else but this boy and girl that the tree really felt human happiness. This was how humans are supposed to interact, he thought. They listened to each other happily, they had no greed but for the other’s company. And they were in love, but they didn’t know that yet. Every other day they would come and sit underneath the tree, and he reveled in their company. They loved to talk about art, about philosophy, and the tree took such delight in listening to them. They.