"I'm twenty-two. How old are you?" "I'm nineteen. You want a drink?" Sure, but aren't you a little young to..." Samantha got up and walked to the back...corner of the basement where the wine was kept. She picked up a bottle and carried it back to him. "It's on me," she said. "Thanks."Chris sat there with the bottle. He thought this girl was too nice. He thought she was pretty too. Samantha had to be about 5'6" and 140 pounds, green eyes from what he could make out from the light of the candle,. He fucked me for about 15 min fucking me fast then slow then fast again and every once in a while he would push his cock into me as deep as it would go then kind of grind against my ass . Toward the end he was fucking me so hard my dick was bouncing around throwing pre cum all over us . Then he slammed into me held my legs tight and came into my pussy , while I watched him as he came in me without thinking I grabbed my dick and after about 4 or 5 jerks I came all over my stomach . After we were. It was longer still before she reached for the food.Karen held the small strip of meat as if struggling to remember what to do with it. She sniffed at it, then took a small bite. As she chewed, her lips trembled and a tear spilled from her eye, as if it were the finest cut of steak and not half-burnt bristle pig.“This is meat,” she whispered.“It is, yes,” Logan nodded but inside he fought to keep the astonishment off of his face at her over-the-top reaction to food. Did she not even remember. Checking my list I quickly left the appropriate items under their quaint tree, and enjoyed the still warm cocoa and cookies left on a side table. No wonder my poor gut jiggles when I laugh. With this caloric intake it is a miracle I can still get down the chimney.Back out into the cold I approached my last stop here. Upon entering I found the house to be warm and inviting. There were embers in the fireplace, and the tree was decorated with hand-made ornaments, each one looking as if it was.