" Thanks. We're planning to do the painting inside ourselves. The outside looks fine and it will have a new kitchen and bathroom. We're looking forwar... to putting our colors on the walls together." We talked of other things that evening and Karen and her mother eventually joined us. I realized that, since school was out, that was going to be the longest separation we will have endured. Tonight would be rough because we didn't sleep together in her parents' house. It was close to midnight when. " But I was really kind of hoping we could name him after you... I know!" she exclaimed, her eyes brightening, "How about his middle name? We could name him Christopher Kenneth." Well..." Oh, come on. How about if I promise we call him Chris?" Deal. Now put your legs in my lap and I'll rub them for you." Sounds wonderful," she said, slipping off her shoes and pulling up the maternity skirt as she lay her legs across his lap.His hands were gentle as they stroked first her feet and ankles, then. " My warrior's braid took me a few years to grow," he explained, patiently. "But when this tree was a seedling, our ancestors were chipping stone tools and most still thought of fire as a dangerous novelty." How can it be that old?" I asked, plucking the last pine needle from his hair.The tremendous muscles in his arm tightened and he proved that he didn't need my help getting back to the path. With a heave and a twist, he landed gracefully on the path beside me."I have watched this one grow. Poppy sat up and caressed Danny’s cock massaging it until it was hard and thick again, she rubbed it slowly as Danny closed his eyes, she was fascinated at the size of it wanting to feel it in her pussy, and be totally satisfied, she massaged his balls that felt very heavy, as she rubbed his cock harder the shaft seemed to get thicker, a small clear drop of fluid seeped from the eye of his cock, she rubbed her finger on it then sucked it, it tasted nice very sweet, wetting his cock she rubbed.