It always made me remember that whatever we were arguing about was a small thing compared to the love we shared. That’s all gone now. I still have ...he house. It is still decorated for Christmas and always will be. There is a tree in the corner with baubles and lights. Underneath the tree are presents. Garland is strung up and down the stairwell. Stockings are hung by the fireplace that is as cold and dark as my heart. Sitting in my favorite chair I look up on the wall to the painting we had. We made some Tequila sunrises and went up to his room and he started to massage my tense muscles and then all of the sudden quicker then you could say "flaming fag" he got this look in his eyes, ripped my shirt off and started sucking and kissing on my neck. He was really tense and I told him to stop for a second but nothing was gonna keep him away from using me for all of his hot, sexy pleasures. His big muscular arms holding me down and after the first minute or 2 I completely submitted to. As he began his ride back to Strathmore Estate, his mind raced ahead of him to conjure what he chanced would be one more night of remembrance and celebration. He fancied the playful innuendo with Sir John that would ensue upon his return. Often, when they reunited after having been apart for more than a few days, it was their custom to use sexually coded language…winks, leering grins and even explicit gestures out of sight of the other courtly insiders. With that thought, Prince Daniel could. I stood over them and decided Jamie would be first so I mounted her, rubbed some spit on her young twat, and started ramming my cock into her. she was a virgin, as i could clearly see the blood, and her twat was soo tight, but i soon had my full cock inside her young little body. I rubbed her little niplles and sucked them and i rocked my cock back and forth in her tight lil pussy, and let my orgasm flow. I pushed deep feeling her cervix on my cock head and came stream after stream of hot.