The dress is made of soft chiffon material. The picture they see first, while the style is one that they both are lusting for, is in a more royal blu.... Blue is not the color they want. But when Donald clicks on the dress to see more details, there are many options for color.Donald can feel Emma throbbing against his cock as they click through the colors. His prick is growing with this view and where it currently is placed. They find the perfect one, in rose petal, a pale pink, almost. Both primitive men slowed momentarily and leaned forward bracing against the wind as they craned down to track the prints of their prey in the soft, newly fallen snow covering the hard-pack ice.They turned to the right and quickly pressed on in pursuit of their quarry, then just as quickly they came to a halt finding, and very fortunate for them, their prey, a four point male elk which had gotten itself trapped inside a rocky crevice.Removing crude weapons made of sharpened bone from under. Her fingers felt the softness of his short hair, his fingers and tongue pleasing her. “Fuck, you taste delicious!” He mumbled, enjoying her flavour.Wendy couldn’t help moaning her pleasure as he continued. She tried to move him up her body, but he stayed in place. “Please, I need you to fuck me!”“I will in a moment.” He curled his long fingers, finding her special spot with an immediate jolting reaction. Her chest heaved, needing more air from deep breaths. On and on, his long fingers continued. Teddy was young. Stella was young. I was a boring old fart. He'd traded me in for a better model.I didn't want to talk to him. So I didn't answer the call.Stella was calling me, too. I didn't want to talk to her either. The lying bitch had promised to my face that she would never do anything to jeopardize my relationship with Teddy. But behind my back she'd somehow gotten him to tell her he loved her. Some friend.Now I just turned OFF my phone.I was angry. I was hurt. And there was only one.