Yet looking at the report, there was nothing wrong.Well shit.Despite the fact that it was the beginning of the afternoon, the skiesabove were so dark ...nd gloomy that Erin had to use the flashlight in histoolbelt to see the path up the hill leading to the manor. It was oldcobblestone, and supposed to be slippery until the heavy rain. But henever tripped, not even once. It was weird. His footing had never felttruer. As he walked up, Erin turned his flashlight up to the mansionitself. No roof. I told him I was great. He continued to push his big finger into me and his other hand dropped off me and went to his crotch. I could tell he was adjusting his cock. I kept my arms around his neck and asked him to carry me down the hall. He started to and then stopped and looked at me again. This time the kiss came from him. He placed his lips completely against me and I felt his tongue just tickle my lips. I responded with a moan and as I did, my asshole opened up a little more and his. I flavored hers with chocolate milk and sugar, mine with my usual, and served her. While I sipped mine, I started another pot, this time from the designer coffee stash. Swiss something or other, with the accent on chocolate. While that brewed, I turned on the television and placed "Shakespeare in Love" in the VCR and adjusted the volume. Our favorite movie.Back to the kitchen, while Jeanine sat listening, curious. Flour, eggs, sugar, milk, butter, oil; all gathered and whisked together. Stove. Carefully, I removed your jacket as you faced me again. I wanted to see all of you, but my trembling would not allow. Smiling gently, you undressed for me and I marveled as the water ran in rivulets down your body. Your skin seemed more golden and your muscles, more defined. The raindrops kissing your skin brought so many memories flooding back. My heart was racing. You stood before me, your once unmarked skin now bearing the scars of war. You had been injured. Why hadn’t you told me? You took.