With the respect of a mortician preparing the body of a king for entombment, he brushed away red snow, revealing pale blue skin and an unusually thick...crop of wet hair. Tiny fingers curled, frozen, in fists near the mouth, in front of a wrinkled, purple face. A little girl. Dale caressed her forehead, brushing her hair away from closed eyes. Despite the deadened hue of her skin, there was faint warmth underneath. Before he had a chance to wonder, her little legs abruptly twitched at the. It wasn't! My cock was just sitting there without somuch as a twitch. Damn! Why hadn't I noticed before?The following morning found me wandering around the house, waiting forClaire to arrive, with a high degree of trepidation as to what theoutcome of what I had to tell her would be..oOo."Morning, Peter! Are you ready for the usual? Which arm would you prefertoday?" The left, this morning, I think. If you don't mind."I was trying to keep the number of punctures fairly even rather thanalways. Her smiling face was cheer joy as she saw what he had in mind. Teresa stepped away from the luggage, walked to the middle of the room, spread her beautifully shaped legs and bent over with her hands holding on to her ankles. Her anal hole widened as Eric stepped behind her, spreading her ass cheeks as wide as possible. The slow caress of her anal ring made it much easier to shove several fingers into her already throbbing anus.“Do it slowly my love”“God yes, I will never hurt you”Teresa loved. He turned and grabbed a tissue and cleaned off his cock."Holy shit. I need a shower. I need to calm down," he thought and quickly walked into the bathroom and took a shower.Tom finished his shower and dried himself off. He carried the towel back into the bedroom with him and over to the window. He looked at the mess of cum that he left there. His cock started to swell as he remembered again what he witnessed.He shook his head and started to clean up the mess with the towel. He looked up to the.