Squeezing past her in the doorway, I noticed she smelled really nice, in a rich, aromatic sort of way, and for some unknown reason, ‘Chestnuts Roast...ng on an Open Fire’ came to mind. I shook my head in disgust. I’m supposed to hate Christmas music, fer cryin’ out loud. We managed to prop the tree up in its cheap metal holder without wrecking the drapes or breaking any windows, and I felt a strange sense of accomplishment. It was gratifying, and yet perplexing. Was I losing my Scrooge gene? What. It must have been that last dose of Emma Ale, a butter beer that put her “Pirates Of The Caribbean’ boat ride experience into full motion.Hermione’s skin was soft as butter and a baby’s bottom, while the pirate’s brown-toned skin was like leather. It was like a scene from ‘Beauty & The Beast.’ The brown-haired girl and she had been shanghaied off the dark water theatre ride at the vast amusement park that was foreign to Hermione. The Emma ale assigned boat crew set adrift the coed in a. ."Our eyes met, and Jen knew the sincerity of my commitment as iprostrated myself at her feet. Taking pity at my utter desperationshe lowered the shoe to my eager lips. I licked her sole with everyfiber of dedication i could summon. The sheer ecstasy wasoverwhelming and i was seconds from erupting in an orgasm sure to paleall others i had ever experienced.Jamilar stopped filming and jammed the spike of her heel into my cock.She then reached down and squeezed my balls. The agony was. “I would like to, but if they know that I’m free they will make me stay. When Pap gets drunk again and starts to gamble, it won’t be long before he sells me to settle that debt.” She was trying to keep the tears under control.“What do you want to do then?” I asked.“We can stop by, but don’t let on that I am free. I’m your property.”“I can do that.”So we finished and made it around the bend. Kristi took us down a path, and we ended down by the river. There was a ramshackle house there. We rode.