Crying . . . running . . . fear. .pain . . . smoke . . . dying . . . war.’ Tears streamed down her porcelain face. ‘Pristine, it’s over. It was... only a dream. We’re here.’ comforted Lance as he wiped the tears from her eyes gently. He was not the comforting type, but seeing Pristine so petrified struck a chord in him. He wanted to cast away her fears and bring back the light in them. Mallian also looked concern. ‘Poor girl, she must have dreamt of the Invasion.’ she thought. Pristine slowly. It was nice till my lower arms started hurting."She started massaging my arms to get them back to working order. Soon I felt better as her gentle touch worked some life back into my arms."Is that better, sweetie?" she asked, kissing my hands."Yeah, much better."Caitlyn stretched herself luxuriously, "Mmmm, I feel good. Do you fancy a little walk?" Sure."We packed up the remains of the picnic, disposed of our rubbish in a nearby bin, then headed off for a walk hand in hand. As we walked, Caitlyn. Her body is perfectly shaped.She is friend of my mother she will be always in my house talking with my mother,im so reserved type so i will be in my room i doesn’t speak to her much, days passed and it was my summer holidays i doesnt go out during holidays i will be always in my home,one day priya aunty came to my home were no one was there she asked me where is my mother i told her she went out she will be coming at evening she said that she wants to watch tv in my home as her tv got repaired. After 3 unsuccessful months of trying the turkey baster approach, both my wife, and her best friend were getting worried. They knew it takes time, and at her friend's age, there was still a chance it might not happen at all. But they were determined to give it a real shot. And I was all too happy to keep offering my services. To this point, I had always either masturbated into the cup, or had my wife help me to cum into the cup. Except for the one time alone, where I was treated to masturbating.