It doesn’t work when you are in the mood to just fuck, but it is wonderful when you want a nice slow lovemaking session. She murmured something inc...omprehensible then gently floated to sleep in my arms. I was still falling for this beautiful creature even though we had said our marriage vows only hours before. As I lay there I thought back to how wonderful and terrible the last year had been since I had met her at the Red Horse Saloon for the second time. =============== She had been very. I lost track of her her mom after she married and moved away. Tiffany's grandparents still lived in the same community however and she moved in with them after she graduated from high school. So any chance I got to visit with her I took advantage of. Tiffany knew I knew her family but she didn't know much about me. She is very shy not out going and keeps to her self a lot. She is very close to her grandparents so she spends a lot of time with them. A couple of months ago her cousin got. But even now she couldn't bring herself to say why she hadn't. Next she told him about the weekend with Catherine. As in everything. This time she didn't cry. She wasn't sure if she should be annoyed or upset or intrigued or even excited from the fact that she had felt George's lap firm up. What he said completely threw her "I can understand that after Greg you needed to work out who and what you are and what you're looking for in a partner."The love and understanding overwhelmed her and her. Miranda curled up a small fireplace carved out in the stone and sipped from the cup. It didn't taste all that good but it was hot and took some of the edge off how cold she was. Miranda looked around the cavern, it was bare except for an old battered table, a few cooking pots, a pile of furs that looked at lot like the wevril's fur, shuddering remembering those horrible things, she frowned hearing a terrible racking cough coming from behind a screen also made from the same furs. Miranda glanced.