She wasn't her usual cheery self, but she didn't look like she hated me either."Hey," she greeted me. "Come on in. Can I get you something?" Uh, no th...anks. I'm fine." I think I was more nervous than she was.I followed her in and closed the door. She looked amazing, as usual. She was wearing a pink sleeveless top with spaghetti straps. It looked about two sizes too small for her as it practically adhered to her lithe, supple body. It came down to the top of her navel. Her flat stomach and. ” Roger turned to her. “It’s very different, Sophie, that’s all.”Sophie chuckled in answer.“You’ll get used to it.” She tugged at his hand. “Come on, let’s see what’s happening at the stones.”It was late morning when they joined the crowd. The dancers in their varied costumes made splashes of color as the moved and circled, some in time with the music, some not.Sophie remained close to him, her arm through his. Whenever he caught her eye she smiled. Roger thought of Sandrine and Mistress. I leaned back and snuggled into him as I looked up into the night sky, enjoying the sleigh ride through the densely wooded path. I smiled, inhaling the aroma of the tall pines as the sleigh meandered through the forest. ‘Wow, it can’t get any better than this,’ I thought; ‘it even smells like Christmas.’ As the horse slowed and finally stopped, I saw it … our cute little chalet nestled under the snow covered pines. It was breathtakingly beautiful, like something you’d see in a Thomas. 30pm it was still relatively light and there were still a few people milling about, gorleston is known as an old peoples town and as we sat there it was apparent as to why it was seen that way, just feet away from where we sat old couples and dog walkers were passing us by and two benches down in an adjoining shelter sat an elderly couple eating fish and chips, as all of this went on around us, nikki continued to play with my cock, making it harder with every stroke. After a while i eased my.