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Christmas arrived with Michelle waking up full of beans. It was the first time I didn't watch her wake up. It was also the first time she didn't say, "Morning, Mitch," to me. This time it was two hands shaking my shoulder urgently. The greatest pleasure came when I reached out and guided Michelle, so young and lovable, to lie on me. I wrapped her in my arms, warm cum spreading between us ignored. She murmured and wiggled against me like a kitten. Drawing the quilt up, I kissed her damp hair and closed my eyes. I was a changed man; I'd discovered unconditional love.

The place was a bit disorganized. Clothes sort of hung here and there, and dirty dishes filled the sink. She smelled coffee and tobacco in the air. The Kristen Archives is based upon Kristen’s collection of erotic stories. It was begun by her in 1997 and has been built on extensively since then. You will find every type of sexual situation covered in these stories; there have been no judgments made as far as subject. In the archive, you will find well over 15,000 erotic stories, plus illustrated archives, Kristen’s own stories, as well as the archives of respected writers whose works have been posted to the and newsgroups. thekristenarchives

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A horse whinnied loudly reminding me I still had work to do. Hefting the feed, I continued to the stable. But she was demanding in other ways. She demanded frequent hugs, which I obliged with joy, and kisses, just regular kisses on her cheek. She insisted on cuddling close to me whenever she could, even crawling into my lap at the breakfast table, sleepy and cuddly and cold. I was totally enamored with her. She was filling my world with joy. Opening the door, a blast of icy wind blowing snow in, Kevin stepped inside and shut the door. Despite the parka he was shivering, his face crusted with snow. Uh-huh," she replied languidly. She pressed her bum cheek against my erection by rolling herself slightly. "Want some help with that? I can, ya know." It damaged me somehow. I wasn't sure how, but I felt broken. I'd never experienced anything like watching her come alive in the morning and I wanted more. I wanted to experience this again and again and again.

With the storm flailing away at us, work was impossible. I had no desire to do paperwork. A restless spirit pervaded me. The house felt like a toasty warm refuge from the world, isolated, me alone with Michelle and Dracula. I had a partial erection, but not just from the memory of cumming with Michelle last night - although that was an amazing experience I'd gladly repeat - but from the vivid memory of holding her tightly to me. I decided dinner needed to be soon. There were important things I wanted to do with and to Michelle. and so we expect an accumulation of eighteen to twenty-four inches in the next forty-eight hours. A cold weather alert has been issued for exceptionally low temperatures that . . ."Lady Belle lowered her head. Michelle reached up. It was incredible, a huge horse and a child communicating. Michelle caressed and talked and the effect was astonishing. Lady Belle calmed, snorted quietly and pushed her nose at Michelle, jostling her. All the signs of distress melted away. She refused to answer. The subject was closed. Or so I thought. Much later in bed she cuddled to my side shoving icy cold feet under my legs. I shivered briefly.

The bed shook when a one-hundred-pound silver Labrador retriever leapt onto it. A little girl scooted to me. Two icy little feet wriggled into my legs. Uh-huh. Mommy, Daddy and me were always naked. I like sleeping without pajamas on. It's warmer that way."She watched me with her enchanting eyes, studying my expression. I smiled. "You're growing boobs," I whispered. "They're beautiful." Grinning broadly, Michelle set about planning an excuse to sleep with him again, excited at the prospect of being cuddled, warm, his leathery scent, and the weight of Dracula at the foot of the bed. The front of white cotton slipped down, the rise of her mons appearing, hairless and beautiful. The beginning of her cleft appeared, my heart now beating hard. I tugged. Panties slipped down. Michelle's pubis was revealed in all its youthful glory and, my God, it was spectacular.

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