She could never take a serious stare, well, seriously. She giggled and looked at the floor, keeping him peered in her sight. She said, "Well.." "Becau...se, uhm.." There was a short pause and it was shortly interrupted by him. "Well?" "Well, because.." She held another short pause. "Well, I didn't get my cookie." She was awfully quite fond of cookies. The sugar cookie, to be exact. He took a great big sigh of relief, having made her some sugar cookies the afternoon earlier. He walked over to the. The small mountains covered in lush green grass and thick patches of pine and birch trees, a mass of green. It can only be described as bucolic bliss. He’s dressed in a black cloak which flaps in the wind, his long blonde hair flows in the wind. His emerald green eyes shimmer with the golden light of the sun as he grasps a pad of paper and a bottle of ink. His face is only slightly narrowed, still having much youth. He wears a very calm expression for he is calmed by this forested mountain. I smiled. Looks like somebody got their house papered. I remembered the time my friends and I papered Sue's house. I had a crush on Sue and talked my friends into papering her house. We stopped at Safeway and bought thirty rolls. We parked down the street and snuck up to the house. It was after 11 and the only illumination was from a street light down the block. I threw the first roll high into her tree and watched as it bounced down through the branches trailing toilet paper behind. It bounced. I bent over reluctantly and soon felt the hose going into my cunt. She had put it on full blast and turned the nozzle on to its hardest stream. Once she had it in me, she shoved it in much deeper. It hurt the inside of my cunt from scraping it with the nozzle and it was so cold. But, she didn't stop with shoving it just a little way in. She shoved it in deep and I could tell it was almost at my cervix. The spray was hitting it hard and it was excruciatingly painful. As the hard stream of water.