When pressed about his favorite stories, he showed her a few that he enjoyed. Although it was awkward, she let it go and chalked it up to the fact tha... they don’t have enough sex.Within the next week, she went back to the site to read the stories he pointed out. When doing so, she noted that there were various authors that contributed to the stories. One author had a writing style that reminded her of her Vic. She got an account and started reading more of his stories. She actually started. She looked in her purse to make sure she still had the video and then asked who the Santa was in the picture."Bud looked away for a moment as if remembering that night. I waited for him to go on."Sheila demanded I tell her since she'd kept her part of the deal. I told her I didn't know his name but then said what you and I talked about, Ross. She could find the Santa at the Southland Mall. I interrupted her when she started accusing me of lying. I told her again that Santa would be at the mall.. Sarah smiled and sat next to me, her hand reaching to my thigh and her eyes stuck between my legs. I giggled and asked "What about yours?". She laughed out loud, the situation so strange to us. But to my pleasant surprise she pulled hers off without hesitation, revealing what appeared to be a verrrry attractive pussy lol. "Shall we then?" she asked, and I nodded, knowing what she meant. Sarah sat at the head of her bed (on her pillows) facing me, and I turned to face her. Legs opening gingerly,. ”The dialogue in this story is in a combination of French and English, much like the way it is spoken in that region of the country. For the ease of English readers, it has been wholly rendered into English.Chapter 2: The testament“Er ... say again, please? I’m sure I did not understand you correctly.”“Oh, yes, you did,” answered the Reverend with a large smile. “Come, I’ll tell you all about it. You will stay for tea ... or would you rather have something else?”In the meantime, they arrived at.