“Yes, it’s me, Emily Elizabeth,” the man answers.“How long have I been asleep?” she asks, blinking away the sleep.“I don’t know,” he a...swers. “I assume awhile. I didn’t see you at your tree for long time. You missed seeing Blackie off.”“I couldn’t watch any longer,” she says almost in a whisper, snuggling back into the man a little more, feeling his bulge against her ass cheeks. “I decided that I didn’t want to remember him leaving the farm.”“Are you going to miss him?”The girl shrugs. “I think. All I could do was to take lifeas it came and try to look at any life as a gift. I looked around me,surprised at seeing a top of the range TV on the wall opposite the end ofthe bed.The bedroom wasn't badly appointed, that is it wouldn't be if you were ayoung star struck girl. The d?cor was a mix of white with pastel mauvesand pinks, the floor carpeted with a pink Wilton, the bed had a white netcanopy hung over the head, the wall opposite held a very large chest ofdrawers, above it was a small. When he enters her, over and over, neither can tell who is moving. Both are, both aren’t, the world around them ascribing motion to their bodies that defies physics. He is so hard, so ready within her. It begins, at the base of his spine, a tingle, a caress of warmth. It spreads, slowly, down, between his legs, it moves, away from his body, with his soul, into his cock, and surrounds him fully. He pours himself within, and she can feel it, amazingly. They lie together, and do not ruin the. "I slept well," Don replied, and added, "It was the first time sleeping nude for both of us. I found it very comfortable. How about you, hon?"Megan's ears turned a bright shade of pink, but she gamely agreed, adding, "I didn't even remember I WAS naked until you mentioned it." Well, when we're finished the coffee, grab your towels, soap and shampoo, we'll head down to the shower shack and get cleaned up," announced Bill."The 'shower shack?'" Megan asked, tentatively.We hustled the three down to.