." His voice failed him momentarily. "I am too."Peter gazed at the old man, shrunken and wan, so different from his memories; so different from the li...ely 80 year old he had last seen. His thoughts and emotions in turmoil he stood there, not daring to touch the pale, translucent skin; fearful that any move on his part would hasten the inevitable. As the silence grew, at last the old priest turned to Peter.'Funny,' Peter thought. 'He's only ten years older than me, he's got to be 30 years. I knew it was time to get down and dirty, so I grabbed the pink vibrator.I put the bright pink vibrator in my mouth, sucking it, imagining it was my cock. The thought of sucking my own cock was so hot, something every guy wanted to do. This way it also had a little bit of natural lubrication on it. I started to tickle my asshole with the tip of a vibrator. It made my cock hard again within seconds! Then I got ready, I put myself on all fours and started slowly inserting the vibrator in my ass.. Since they're here, we might as well open them.I sit up, reaching for the pile, quickly rifling through it.The action of breaking free of Hermione's grip has woken her up.Present in hand, I crawl back to her."Merry Christmas, Hermione." I say, giving her a quick kiss, before handing her the small parcel.Her eyes light up as she unwraps it, pulling the paper away from the long, black box inside.She gently works the lid off, gasping at what she sees inside.A new peacock feather quill. Hers is. “Who told that God Damned injun he could bathe in a white man’s water?” The larger and rougher of the three bellowed as they all came in the back of the barn.“By God I did, he’s a guest of Mr. Canady so if you got a bitch about it, take it up with the boss.” Runt stood up as tall as he could to stare at the man.“By God I’m the ramrod around here and me and my men deserve a clean bath when we come in at the end of a week’s work. We ain’t gonna bathe after no God Damned stinking injun has dirtied.