I loved her as absolutely and completely as I loved Annette. And I knew that there would be three of us in my little bed. It gave me a warm feeling as...I began sketching.The first thing I thought about Annette was not sex. I guess that was lurking in the back of my mind—I’m seventeen—but what I thought about was the morning she came into my room and examined my painting for the first time. She hadn’t looked at it and nodded before going on to something else. She’d studied it. She’d walked around. Then a car came down the street and I hid in the bushes as the car stopped in fount of the house and three guys got out. This seemed like a good time to levee before I got caught. Back at my apartment I uploaded the video to my computer, the quality was better than I expected. There where some really good parts. The best was the look on Ann's face when cock number two was about to fuck her throat and the penetration as it went balls deep. The next night I drove past Ann's apartment but her car. “Don’t shoot!” Violet warned. “And whatever happens, don’t get between mama and a cub! Then she explained hurriedly, “Seven rifles firing at close range might have a few hits, but will they be enough to stop an enraged bear before she hurts someone?“Yeah,” injected Jennie. “And what would we do with the cubs if we killed mama?”“We gotta get our dogs away,” Violet continued. She was in front, so for this, she was in charge.They stood at an impasse. They had no command for the dogs to tell them. Marty bowed slowly, tipping his hat in front of him. "Santa might be in charge of the kids and who gets the toys, but I am the genius behind the big man. So if you want a toy, you see Santa and tell him with a great big smile, but just give me a wink, and I will make sure it gets my special attention." More cheers erupted followed by some blinking eyes. From the loud speakers above and around the winter display full of trees and giant fake gifts and tinsel, arose a song."Here comes Santa Claus,.