She was alive. He crushed her to him, holding her close and rocking her gently. Guilt rushed over him in a hot scalding wave. If he hadn’t taken so...long, she would already be back at the keep. Warm, clean and safe. ‘I’m sorry Regan…’ He felt the burning sting of tears behind his eyes and blinked furiously. He would not cry. He had disappointed her, practically left her for dead. That gave him no right to cry. But the tears fell anyway. The tears fell on Regan’s face, making small clean. I want you to watch me." Cheyenne unbuckled her belt and slowly lowered the zipper on her pants. She removed her shirttails and leaned back against the bedroom door."I want you to see how much you turn me on." Sliding her hand into her pants, she gasped and let out a quiet moan. Removing her hand and said, "Look at this." Her fingers glistened in the sunlight and my mouth watered at the sight. I could feel my own pulsations and wetness emerging. I reached down and could feel how slick I was. She closed her eyes and leaned back into him. He caught her and she moaned softly. She felt his hands reach down to her waist and pull up her blouse. As he continued to lift her blouse up, she raised her arms to help him as he pulled it off her, revealing her white lacy bra enveloping her breasts. His hands returned to her waist and unsnapped and unzipped her skirt and tugged it down past her hips. She felt it land around her feet as he stood back up. Her lacy, sheer bikini panties were all. ..''we smoke on his balconyi was feeling good, his weed was nice and relaxing''i like it here, montreal is nice, away from my stupid family''i learn how he ran from them without letting anyone know where he wasi tried to ask him why but it seem hard for him to talk about itwe got inside and i look at him say its better I show than talk about it''i may be very wrong about you, but i cant hold it anymore''the tv light upand i saw him on screen i didnt understand because the video seemed to be.