I purchased a copy of the Sunday New York Times, some fresh Bagels, a container of freshly squeezed orange juice and some tea for my angel. She was as...eep when I left her, so when I came back I quietly closed the door and went into the kitchen to prepare our breakfast. She startled me when she came up behind me and asked what I was doing. ‘Making a light breakfast for you, my honey,’ I said. She hugged me from behind and said she was going to shower. As she walked away, with the sheet. It was a warm and sunny day. After finishing their meal, they sipped a little wine and cuddled. Even after being cooped up together for so long, they still loved each other deeply. They greatly enjoyed petting and sexually arousing each other.About the time Curt reached into Amy’s blouse to fondle her sizable tits, an alarm sounded. They both jumped up, grabbed their weapons and headed to the perimeter wall. They spotted a small group of marauders standing outside their security fence. Two of. “Has she really seen your passion unleashed? Your orc fury, berserker?”“I have ravished her. I have taken her when my blood boiled.”“Impaled her on this magnificent cock?” Disbelief sneered her words. “And you didn't rip her in twain? I can take it. You don't have to hold back your darkness with me. You don't have to be afraid of breaking me. You're like me.”“What does that mean?”“We are predators. We embrace our darkness. Revel in it. She has muzzled you. Turned you into her lapdog.”“And I. Far in the distance, I could barely see the outline of the mountains defining the south end of the valley.To the east were the hills beyond the Platte River. The miners along Cherry Creek were barely visible with my telescope. Many were still wandering around camp or eating. About half were already in the stream, panning.To the north, the valley continued until it, too, came up against the mountains.To the west was the roughly one-mile-wide valley I rode through this morning. It ended abruptly.