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- 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 Malaysian Indian Chat 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 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 malaysian-amateur a young or young lady?” she commented, smiling. “Not Malaysia Blue that malao 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 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 she dropped the comforter to the floor. She hugged him and kissed his cheek. “Thank you. I can tell you’re a 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. “This farm has been in my family since 1817, and although I’m no farmer, I know how to farm. I'm also proud to say the McCord men have answered the call to duty to our Country and have fought defending it since the War of 1812. I retired from the Marines, ma’am, and I’ve returned home to my roots. I’ve been living here rather sparsely for the past 16 months while I repaired and remodeled. First the outside, and then I gutted the inside; brought it up to code, slow but steady as they say with some help from old friends and neighbors. I don’t need much, and I’m sorry for the lack of amenities a gentle lady like you is accustomed too. If the weather lets up, I’ll go out to the barn and bring in some things to make you more comfortable. I’m not the greatest cook in the world, but how do eggs, bacon, and English Muffins sound to you? “It sounds delightful, Sir, what rank did you hold? I’ll bet you were an Officer,” and she was delighted as she had little to eat the past few days, and was malaysian scandal charmed at being called a gentle lady. “I retired as a Colonel, ma’am, Rachel, may I call you Rachel? Please call me John. Are you a Southern Lady?” Moreover, Dave found that he had to concentrate very little to maintain the shape and integrity of the weapon, Malaysia Blue far less than he had to work when using his aura to form a bow and arrows. Then she switched to English to say, “She's all checked in, Lee?” He is polite, but it’s clearly an order this time. Deb's eyes grew wide in terror at the sight of the thick long dildo malaysian scandal her brother was holding. She replied with a smile. Get them to stay like that for 10 seconds before continuing round the course. Skipping all the foreplay and direct to the main course. I am nasty. I stripped her clothes off in the doorway and brought her into the downstairs bathroom. “Yesss, Yesss, Yesss!” She screamed as her body started trembling uncontrollably. I could see it in her eyes, heard it in the way malaysian-amateur she moaned. He yanked her off of his cock and forced it back into my mouth. “I was worried about this,” she continued, “worried they would try things like this. “That was fun. “Do you want it? The water was warm, malao although I didn’t notice it. Katy let out a moan as finally Liz touched her cunt through her Malaysian Indian Chat wet panties. She took off her shirt, leaving her chest bared for him to look at. "She cooed, running her hands over Marcus naked flesh, whispering, was that as good as you heard it would be Marcus?"
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