I made bread, and heated some stew. I also had a can of corn for my vegetable. I sighed as I ate, thinking I should have gotten more butter. I had two...sticks left.For two days it snowed, but I felt very comfortable in my 'nest'. I was warm, using one of my propane tanks during the day turned on low. I fired up my fireplace, pot bellied stove, and kitchen stove at night, warming the cabin nicely.I was going to have to chop a little more wood from my woodpile into kindling for the kitchen stove,. Inside were several boxes of cigars. Using a penknife Winston cut open the seal on the top box. Taking a deep breath, he sighed. "Ahhh ... La Aroma de Cuba ... Colonel Ogilvy?" "Sir?" "You have just made my day!" Another deep breath. "You know, Reggie and I smoked these beauties in Havana non-stop."Worshipfully lifting a fat stogie out of the box Churchill gently rolled it and sniffed it. Moistening the end of the cigar he leaned over the side of the bath grunting with effort as he tried to. I’ve seen Erin’s chest before but it was back when her chest had just started developing and we were still friends. She was excited about the development and wanted me to be the first person to see. Then her parents showed up.“Oh, Kyla welcome back. Erin was just showing me how dark her nipples have gotten since her pregnancy. Want to check them out?” Bree said.I made sure not to look in Erin’s direction as I said, “I got enough of a glimpse of them when I walked in.”“That’s okay. You don’t. Leaving you in a daze as my lips make that journey to that plush landscape. I roll my tongue around the puckered tip only causing it to push out more. I take it between my teeth and tug . You’re body really does respond to me. I’ve let my free hand slide down between your legs to play with your sweet, moist pussy. All that soft pink flesh is mine for the taking. I continue to torture your luscious tits as I dip my fingers inside you. Fuck you’re so wet! I want to take you now but it wouldn’t be.