. in a puff of smoke.“I’m pretty sure that some of it was real, maybe the first 10 or 20 years. When exactly did you fall out of love with me?”�...�I’ve never fallen out of love with you, Andy,” she replied softly. “I love you more than anything right now, but I’ve hurt you beyond belief ... and I don’t know what I can do to make that pain go away.”“You might think you still love me, and maybe you still do somewhat, but it’s not with the same intensity it once was ... or you never could have done. The River People, as she got to call them, were a humble tribe and did their best to be useful to the Mammoth Hunters in their preparation for more snow and the greater chill to come. Ivory wasn't a great linguist like Glade and she learnt very few words of the River People's peculiar language, but she conversed as best she could with two of the women whose names sounded like the strangled cry of a mammoth. She gathered from them that a catastrophe had happened to their tribe. Judging from the. She begun feeling the girl up from under her nightgown. The girl let out a moan and her nostrils huffed, as she felt Helen's hands on her, one going up and groping her breast, while the other went down to her naked crotch. Heavy breathing and moans continued as Helen started massaging the clit. She knew just how to touch her, she had done it countless time. Her face was buried to the side of the ginger's head, and Helen took big sniffs of her hair. She was now pleasuring both the girl's and her. After covering her body with a series of lashes that marked Kelli's flesh from her shoulders to her ankles, The Blonde brought some warm oil in and rubbed it over the writhing girl's body. After that, the black haired started whipping her again. The stinging blows were enhanced by the oil, and Kelli felt every measure that the blac haired laid on her. She was in agony after a hundred more blows struck her struggling body."Owwww, oh why are you doing this?" her cry sang out.Without a word, the.