For the first time in my life, I’m painful anal crying in the same bed with a man.’ And she yawned, ‘and John’s already asleep. He must be kidding about having an outhouse.’ and as a practical and mostly a nonsense woman, she too was soon fast asleep. John’s inner clock woke him up a few minutes before the alarm on his shortwave radio was to go off. He could feel Rachel pressed up against him. She was breathing deeply and peacefully as he rolled towards her to watch her sleeping. He gently brushed a stray lock of hair from her face and then immediately regretted it, remembering his promise and thinking, ‘I have no right to touch Rachel so intimately.’ He carefully slid out of bed, disabled the radio’s alarm, and put on his red and black checked flannel plaid shirt before walking to the window and pushing the curtains aside. Buddy jumped up on the windowsill to join him wanting attention, so he picked him up and petted him thoughtfully. It was still snowing and blowing as he looked to where the herb garden was under the snow. As he looked out, John sees Rachel standing in the sunlight on a warm summer’s day wearing a light sea green summer dress with white lace trim. Rachael’s hair was much longer and up in an elegant chignon. She was in his grandmother’s overgrown with weeds herb garden, except now the garden was weeded, organized and tidy. She was gathering lavender and putting the fragrant flowers in a wicker basket, and he could smell that familiar scent. John remembered his Grandma’s many uses for lavender, and the essential oil she made for it, “Besides a myriad of uses, lavender relaxes the mind and soothes the soul” she would say. “It is a gift from heaven.” The ethereal Rachel looked up and saw him watching her through the window. She smiled, kissed her hand, and blew him a kiss. John looked down at his hand, wanting to return that blown kiss. He again looked out the window and reality returned to a cold, barren, white landscape of blowing and drifting snow, and John was thinking, ‘Did my brain go haywire or First Time Painful Anal did I have a waking dream?’ Reality returned and made him realize the Rachel in his bed was a tempting distraction; a warm and soft feminine delight of imminent trouble he would have to deal firmly with for the next few days. He knew nothing about this young woman except she lacked the common sense to dress properly for cold weather, and she was driving during a severe snowstorm. “Mr. McCord,” and he turned to see Rachel standing behind him wrapped in the down comforter. “May we talk now? I want to thank you.” “There’s no need to thank me, young lady, and I must say you’ve been very reasonable and mature about the sleeping arrangements.” “That’s the second time you’ve referred to me as a young or young lady?” she commented, smiling. “Not that I mind, but how old do you think I am?” she asked as John put Buddy down on the floor. “Late teens-to-early-twenties,” He insisted, studying her more closely, and thinking, ’She’s too young for me. If things had worked out, I might have had a daughter close to her age at this point in my life, oh well.’ “I’m thirty-seven,” Rachel said, still smiling. “It’s obvious you Deep Painful Anal served in the military?” “Yes, how did you know that?” John asked. “You’re standing at parade rest with your hands behind your back, Rachel replied knowingly. “Are you always so stiff and formal with people, giving orders, interrupting, or so abrupt?” “No, of course not,” John said, hooking his thumbs into his front jeans pockets trying to appear relaxed but still in control. “Good, may I thank you now?” she asked, noticing his new posture, and remembering how gentle he was with his cat. “That won’t be necessary, I.” and he didn’t finish his sentence because First Time Painful Anal Sex she dropped the comforter to the floor. She hugged him and kissed his cheek. “Thank you. I can tell you’re a MILF Painful Anal good man.” and she picked it up the comforter and wrapped it around her, looking forward to being snowed in with him. “Let us begin over.” John said smiling, and glad she was close to his age, “Welcome to my home such as it is.” and he offered her his hand and she shook it. He was pleased with her firm handshake. Her tongue shot right into her mouth, and First Time Painful Anal Sex as they kissed, she wiggled her torso enough to let him enter her. She missed. “I am going to take what I want and MILF Painful Anal make you like it.” “You can relax and enjoy it and will not be harmed or First Time Painful Anal you can fight me and get hurt or worse.” She relaxed realizing the “Gentle Rapist” had her. I reach up and gently pinch your hard little nipples. There’s never a reason not to exercise the best safety practices when handling firearms. But Karen, the next day approached me about a pool party at her house. 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