But home represented security. In our case it also included being apart, something we really hadn't done. I think we both suspected that would be the ...eally hard thing.In the meantime, though, there were the classes to get through, Graduation, and all of the usual things associated with finally getting out of high school. There were a lot of activities to occupy us Seniors, but pretty soon the day came when the grades had been turned in, we had the caps and gowns, and we basically just had to. Le scarto e ripongo in sala in un bel vaso antico,li'fanno bella figura.Elisa che ama molto i fiori come me le ammira estasiata,si avvicina ed annusa il soave profumo.Da tempo mi sono accorta che lei ha una forte attrazzione x me,è una bella ragazza mora alta formosetta e credo anche bsx.Clara è bionda un bel viso radioso occhi azzurri che paiono penetrarti dentro.Elisa annusa le rose e dopo poco ne estrae una dal mazzo la accosta al mio viso e nell'orecchio mi sussurra:Mony sei bella come una. She then turned back around and I lead her back inside.I then sat on the sofa whilst she knelt on the floor beside me and we watched tv whilst I stroked the top of her hair.After a while I decided I was getting hungry and grabbed her by the lead. I took her upstairs and lay her on the bed with her paws facing upwards and started to eat her pussy. It was already so wet and I couldn't get enough of my pet sluts delicious juices."Please fuck me my master" she moaned although I didn't reply,"Please. He looked away, looked down the street to see his ‘ghostly self’ walking toward him, bearing the two doves. As the ethereal form began to ascend the steep roadway, a second version of himself turned away, seeking another path to the temple. A third appeared at the bottom, hesitating as it considered a wagon, long gone, blocking the road. He should have saved the little girl. He should have tried harder. Wim ran to the bottom of the street, skittering on the wet cobbles. The first ghost had.