"As far as Seamus was concerned, the only redeeming quality of living so far out in the sticks was that his parents had grudgingly agreed that it was ...ossible that he could have a dog, if they could find one that the family could agree on.Still, in the two months since they had moved into the rustic cabin that stood at the entrance to an abandoned hard rock mine, no effort had been made to find a dog. Learning to find his way around the woods had been an interesting challenge and Seamus enjoyed. Mary would have a similar chain leading down into darkness. That chain would lead all they way to Lucifer. The embodiment of the Pact Mark had signed, chaining his soul to Lucifer. Every Warlock had the red chain, leading to whatever demon they made a pact with. If Mary had summoned me the proper way, instead of using that crystal, a thicker, red chain would connect us then the crystal one. I turned my attention to the black chains. I wondered if any were important. The thickest black chains. Kabhi chusta to kabhi dabata or kabhi katata… bhabhi ko bada maja aa raha tha..Main unke boobs ko chus raha tha or udhar wo mere lund ko ragad rahi thi or phir main bhi apna ek hath unki panty ki taraf le gaya to unki panty puri gili thi or maine haste hue kaha ki aapne to abhi se hi pani chhod diya hai.. Sex mai aapko kaise maja aayega? To unhone kaha ki koi baat nahi.Phir maine kaha ki bhabhi koi chinta ki baat nahi.. Aaj main aapko aise sex santushti dunga ki aap puri life yaad rakhogi.. You grin when a fresh new cube is dropped at that closure. Looking at Bo you catch that tiny pink tongue once again peep out to lick her lips. Head laid back on the pillows. Eyes closed. Hair spread about, she's lovely. You again scoop up the ice and travel over the other breast to the pulse in her throat. Trickles of water trail over her breasts. Upwards to her jaw line where it melts into nothing, you kiss her jaw. Kiss her lips. And wait... yes. There it is. That tiny pink tongue escapes to.