Lembre que te amo muito.Com amor, George.”Decidido a honrar seu outro pedido, decidi finalmente sair do meu quarto para me dirigir à cozinha. Antes... passei no banheiro para me aprontar, e ainda bem que estava vazio... Ash provavelmente ainda estava dormindo.Podia ouvir o barulho das panelas, mamãe com certeza estava fazendo o café da manhã. Chegando lá ela estava de costas para mim, e sinceramente ainda não me cansava de observar as suas curvas. Mamãe, ou Ann Mason ainda era de tirar o folego. When they were ready to start down the back side of the mountain Fighting Hawk used their distracted attention to calmly walk over the peak and on to the waiting Cheyenne.Gray Eagle looked concerned that he had not returned before now. He shrugged and said that he was having fun and it was not a real concern, as they were stupid and a herd of buffalo wouldn't be noticed until it caught up to the last wagon. Gray Eagle smiled and nodded his head.Fighting Hawk squatted down and began to draw out. "Bob, I think this is one of those rare times when the less you know, the better off you will be," Michael said, in a soft and flat voice.Bob's eyebrows met each other at the top of his forehead. He studied Michael's facial expression for several long moments. Michael returned the look and never blinked; he returned a blank stare. It was clear that he considered the subject closed."Very well. I suppose this is one of those times when you'll tell me that you can neither confirm nor deny that. I held my finger in place right at her anal opening and she slowly lowered herself until my finger was buried in her poochute up to the palm. And I mean "poochute". I could feel a soft log about the size of my finger, and I bet there was a lot more further up. I told her what I felt and she became embarassed and ran into the bathroom. My index finger had a long brown streak on one side from the nail to the second knuckle. Such a dirty girl. I went to the spare bath to wash my hands but .