A slight slip of her finger across the pink hardness and then quickly through her hair. Pulling her head back further. Staring straight at them with a...frightened eagerness. presenting an image of Amadine golden hair, hand buried between two slender thighs, hips rising only to fall and rise higher still. Breasts firmly pointed at the sun, head twisted to gaze back, eyes wide at her coalescing audience, golden hair falling into her mouth, lips parted, a quiver then opened up to exhale a quiet. He quickly pushed his underwear down to his knees then stepped out of them. When he stood again I got my first good look at his dick. He was hung like no 15 year old I’d ever seen. Colt had a man’s cock on him. He was cut, nearly seven inches in length and as thick as my wrist. The head was a perfect helmet. Colt’s bush was coming in nicely. His pubic hair was still soft and not course and his balls were still smooth. I had the thought that if I took him home snotty preppy bitches would be. Of course she went to Theodoric’s site to check what he had to say. Her cheeks burned as she read the commentary (and if her nipples stiffened slightly, it was doubtless coincidence). Jonathan took the candles out onto the patio and Lisa told him to put them around the patio and light them. ‘Patio…patio.’ Baker’s man. Bake me a cake as fast as you can. Of course, it was impossible to tell from the context what she’d actually meant, there was no way unless he reappeared on the scene, of course.. Mary had no real friends as she remained on the church grounds at all times. She spoke occaisonly with some of the nun’s in the cloister but they were mostly older women who were at the end of their service, content to await rejoining their lord when their time came. The only real brightspots had been her two trips into Moscow, once to see the Bolshoi and once for a tour of the national mueseum. It was a lonely life, a life that had become so ponderous Mary often wondered why she bothered to.