.. shall we, Belle?” I grab her hand as she reaches up to me. Standing beside her I notice her height. She’s much shorter than I am. Though that w...orks perfectly for what I have planned!Once we arrive to the room I notice my duffel bag still sitting on the bed. I guess I never moved it as I had meant to before leaving. Belle is looking around as if she’d never been in a room similar to this before. Kind of cute in a way. I grab the bag and place it in the closet beside the bathroom as she walks. Socks, of all things, were typically in shortest supply but this year Kuumba managed to acquire two hundred brand new pair. They were irregulars, but who cared? It made for an even more festive atmosphere. Socks. Plain white tube socks. Simple things, indeed. Umoja, in a rare display of frivolity, attempted to entertain the hungry and impatient children with makeshift sock puppets. The sight of the perpetually serious patriarch being so silly struck Kuji as hilarious, and he repeatedly tapped. Unable to control himself, he lowered his head to her sex, and began to eat the delicious treat that had tempted him for so long.Fast asleep, Clara began to dream. Oddly enough, Mr. Smith's dog King somehow was her partner. In her dream, the dog had clamored on her bed and began licking her cunt like a new doggie treat. Mr. Smith was unrelentless in his pussy feast, nibbling on her clit and adding a finger into Clara's tight hole. Thrusting his finger into her pussy, Mr. Smith began to hump the. ”Peter dropped the conversation for the time being. He did not want to appear to be prying into her private life.Caroline took the helm. “Come and have a look at the garden,” she suggested.“Ooh yes!” For the first time there was enthusiasm in Penny’s voice.All three went out.“Ooh!” exclaimed Penny. “You’ve got a rose bed. I had one bush, a really deep red.”Peter smiled delightedly at Caroline. They had at last struck a happy chord.Penny went and looked more closely.“Hmm!” she said. “I can see.