Sledding Secrets & Silken Skin

Hey, Stan,” Marie called from the restroom, where she was running a brush through her long brunette locks. Hearing a muffled sound coming from somewhere in their bedroom and supposing he was listening for once, she continued. “My cousin is taking a bunch of kids sledding this next weekend. He was wondering if you were doing anything. Stan?”

Hearing the pad of his bare feet coming in to join her, she almost turned to meet him, then saw him behind her in the mirror. Giving her that same boyish and mischievous grin that always made her wonder what he’d just done, he buried his face in her hair. “Nice,” he murmured. More than a head taller than her he grinned at her in the mirror over her head and appraised his prize. He must have liked what he saw, because she felt his reaction against her bum.

“Stan,” she laughed. “I think that’s your body trying to tell you to put at least… that much… distance between us. I’m trying to brush my hair, in case you didn’t notice!”

Blatantly ignoring her he reached his hands around her and cupped both breasts in his hands. “Here, let me help you with that.”

“Stanley!” Marie yelped. “Your hands are freezing cold! Have you been playing in the freezer again?”

“They’re only just beginning to match your feet,” he said patiently.

“They are not,” she said, shaking a brush at him. “They’re setting a new record low for the state.” She tried to swat him with the brush, but missed. “Now, shoosh! And… are you able to help out next weekend with all the kids?”

Turning on the steaming hot water in the adjoining sink to warm his hands he muttered, “I think I can help. Is that Lisa’s Sunday School class again?”

“Yes, isn’t she such a dear? How she has patience to keep after all those boys, I’ll never know… I have enough trouble just keeping track of just one of them.”

She was a nice lady, Stan reflected. She might have been an only child growing up, but nobody had ever had to teach her how to share. Pretty, too. Marie’s cousin was probably still drooling, ever since the first day Marie had introduced them. She’d had such a calming influence on him, too. And cook? She could do anything in that kitchen of hers. Maybe they’d get some cookies some time soon. There was an idea. He’d agree to help if he got some cookies, some of those monster cookies with all the M&Ms. It seemed like a fair trade.

“Stanley, what are you thinking about now?”

He mumbled something and looked at her. She stood there with bright brown eyes flashing, hands on her hips. He was probably thinking up some cookie blackmail scheme, as if that’s what it would take to induce him to help. He’d done it before. She was gorgeous, and she knew it. Her confidence was as intoxicating as her seductive pose, and his body reacted in kind. She walked closer to him until he could smell the fragrance of her beautiful hair, the hair that would soon be whispering all over his body and driving him mad with desire.

Inches apart she looked up into his eyes and squeezed his penis in her hands. “I need you,” she whispered intently. Catching her up in his arms, he held her petite form against his chest and strode into their bedroom. Already the flickering candlelight readied the room with just the right ambiance for their lovemaking. Marie adored candles, and probably burned through about a million of them a year, so it seemed. The scientists didn’t know it yet, but if there truly was such a thing as global warming, this was the cause.

Laying her gently on the bed, she laid back, her hair spreading out in a fan-shape around her. Finding a flask of oil by the bed, he patiently began the delightful task of massaging every square inch of Marie’s lovely body, even out to her fingertips and toes until her body shimmered in the flickering candlelight.

Her eyes were closed while his hands danced over her figure, though periodically he would see her smile. Her breathing was even and relaxed, and he loved watching the small up-and-down movement of her tummy as she breathed. She was not a ticklish person, and didn’t flinch when he swirled a finger through her belly button; it only evoked a smile.

“Oh, Stan,” she sighed. “That feels so awesome!” She could observe every bit of his handiwork in the mirror on the ceiling, as well as the God-given beauty of her own body. She lifted a leg into the air, watching how the light and shadows caught her lovely shape, radiating her beauty in a glistening hue. Looking down at her breasts, she gently held them in her hands. Her nipples were erect with desire, and each flicker of her fingers over their turgid shape made her tingle with pleasure all over.

She saw Stanley putting away the oil flask, and sat up onto the edge of the bed. Turning on the steaming hot water in the adjoining sink to warm his hands he muttered, “I think I can help. Is that Lisa’s Sunday School class again?”

“Yes, isn’t she such a dear? How she has patience to keep after all those boys, I’ll never know… I have enough trouble just keeping track of just one of them.”

She was a nice lady, Stan reflected. She might have been an only child growing up, but nobody had ever had to teach her how to share. Pretty, too. Marie’s cousin was probably still drooling, ever since the first day Marie had introduced them. She’d had such a calming influence on him, too. And cook? She could do anything in that kitchen of hers. Maybe they’d get some cookies some time soon. There was an idea. He’d agree to help if he got some cookies, some of those monster cookies with all the M&Ms. It seemed like a fair trade.

“Stanley, what are you thinking about now?”

He mumbled something and looked at her. She stood there with bright brown eyes flashing, hands on her hips. He was probably thinking up some cookie blackmail scheme, as if that’s what it would take to induce him to help. He’d done it before. She was gorgeous, and she knew it. Her confidence was as intoxicating as her seductive pose, and his body reacted in kind. She walked closer to him until he could smell the fragrance of her beautiful hair, the hair that would soon be whispering all over his body and driving him mad with desire.

Inches apart she looked up into his eyes and squeezed his penis in her hands. “I need you,” she whispered intently. Catching her up in his arms, he held her petite form against his chest and strode into their bedroom. Already the flickering candlelight readied the room with just the right ambiance for their lovemaking. Marie adored candles, and probably burned through about a million of them a year, so it seemed. The scientists didn’t know it yet, but if there truly was such a thing as global warming, this was the cause.

Laying her gently on the bed, she laid back, her hair spreading out in a fan-shape around her. Finding a flask of oil by the bed, he patiently began the delightful task of massaging every square inch of Marie’s lovely body, even out to her fingertips and toes until her body shimmered in the flickering candlelight.

Her eyes were closed while his hands danced over her figure, though periodically he would see her smile. Her breathing was even and relaxed, and he loved watching the small up-and-down movement of her tummy as she breathed. She was not a ticklish person, and didn’t flinch when he swirled a finger through her belly button; it only evoked a smile.

“Oh, Stan,” she sighed. “That feels so awesome!” She could observe every bit of his handiwork in the mirror on the ceiling, as well as the God-given beauty of her own body. She lifted a leg into the air, watching how the light and shadows caught her lovely shape, radiating her beauty in a glistening hue. Looking down at her breasts, she gently held them in her hands. Her nipples were erect with desire, and each flicker of her fingers over their turgid shape made her tingle with pleasure all over.

She saw Stanley putting away the oil flask, and sat up onto the edge of the bed. Turning on the steaming hot water in the adjoining sink to warm his hands he muttered, “I think I can help. Is that Lisa’s Sunday School class again?”

“Yes, isn’t she such a dear? How she has patience to keep after all those boys, I’ll never know… I have enough trouble just keeping track of just one of them.”

She was a nice lady, Stan reflected. She might have been an only child growing up, but nobody had ever had to teach her how to share. Pretty, too. Marie’s cousin was probably still drooling, ever since the first day Marie had introduced them. She’d had such a calming influence on him, too. And cook? She could do anything in that kitchen of hers. Maybe they’d get some cookies some time soon. There was an idea. He’d agree to help if he got some cookies, some of those monster cookies with all the M&Ms. It seemed like a fair trade.

“Stanley, what are you thinking about now?”

He mumbled something and looked at her. She stood there with bright brown eyes flashing, hands on her hips. He was probably thinking up some cookie blackmail scheme, as if that’s what it would take to induce him to help. He’d done it before. She was gorgeous, and she knew it. Her confidence was as intoxicating as her seductive pose, and his body reacted in kind. She walked closer to him until he could smell the fragrance of her beautiful hair, the hair that would soon be whispering all over his body and driving him mad with desire.

Inches apart she looked up into his eyes and squeezed his penis in her hands. “I need you,” she whispered intently. Catching her up in his arms, he held her petite form against his chest and strode into their bedroom. Already the flickering candlelight readied the room with just the right ambiance for their lovemaking. Marie adored candles, and probably burned through about a million of them a year, so it seemed. The scientists didn’t know it yet, but if there truly was such a thing as global warming, this was the cause.

Laying her gently on the bed, she laid back, her hair spreading out in a fan-shape around her. Finding a flask of oil by the bed, he patiently began the delightful task of massaging every square inch of Marie’s lovely body, even out to her fingertips and toes until her body shimmered in the flickering candlelight.

Her eyes were closed while his hands danced over her figure, though periodically he would see her smile. Her breathing was even and relaxed, and he loved watching the small up-and-down movement of her tummy as she breathed. She was not a ticklish person, and didn’t flinch when he swirled a finger through her belly button; it only evoked a smile.

“Oh, Stan,” she sighed. “That feels so awesome!” She could observe every bit of his handiwork in the mirror on the ceiling, as well as the God-given beauty of her own body. She lifted a leg into the air, watching how the light and shadows caught her lovely shape, radiating her beauty in a glistening hue. Looking down at her breasts, she gently held them in her hands. Her nipples were erect with desire, and each flicker of her fingers over their turgid shape made her tingle with pleasure all over.

She saw Stanley putting away the oil flask, and sat up onto the edge of the bed. Turning on the steaming hot water in the adjoining sink to warm his hands he muttered, “I think I can help. Is that Lisa’s Sunday School class again?”

“Yes, isn’t she such a dear? How she has patience to keep after all those boys, I’ll never know… I have enough trouble just keeping track of just one of them.”

She was a nice lady, Stan reflected. She might have been an only child growing up, but nobody had ever had to teach her how to share. Pretty, too. Marie’s cousin was probably still drooling, ever since the first day Marie had introduced them. She’d had such a calming influence on him, too. And cook? She could do anything in that kitchen of hers. Maybe they’d get some cookies some time soon. There was an idea. He’d agree to help if he got some cookies, some of those monster cookies with all the M&Ms. It seemed like a fair trade.

“Stanley, what are you thinking about now?”

He mumbled something and looked at her. She stood there with bright brown eyes flashing, hands on her hips. He was probably thinking up some cookie blackmail scheme, as if that’s what it would take to induce him to help. He’d done it before. She was gorgeous, and she knew it. Her confidence was as intoxicating as her seductive pose, and his body reacted in kind. She walked closer to him until he could smell the fragrance of her beautiful hair, the hair that would soon be whispering all over his body and driving him mad with desire.

Inches apart she looked up into his eyes and squeezed his penis in her hands. “I need you,” she whispered intently. Catching her up in his arms, he held her petite form against his chest and strode into their bedroom. Already the flickering candlelight readied the room with just the right ambiance for their lovemaking. Marie adored candles, and probably burned through about a million of them a year, so it seemed. The scientists didn’t know it yet, but if there truly was such a thing as global warming, this was the cause.

Laying her gently on the bed, she laid back, her hair spreading out in a fan-shape around her. Finding a flask of oil by the bed, he patiently began the delightful task of massaging every square inch of Marie’s lovely body, even out to her fingertips and toes until her body shimmered in the flickering candlelight.

Her eyes were closed while his hands danced over her figure, though periodically he would see her smile. Her breathing was even and relaxed, and he loved watching the small up-and-down movement of her tummy as she breathed. She was not a ticklish person, and didn’t flinch when he swirled a finger through her belly button; it only evoked a smile.

“Oh, Stan,” she sighed. “That feels so awesome!” She could observe every bit of his handiwork in the mirror on the ceiling, as well as the God-given beauty of her own body. She lifted a leg into the air, watching how the light and shadows caught her lovely shape, radiating her beauty in a glistening hue. Looking down at her breasts, she gently held them in her hands. Her nipples were erect with desire, and each flicker of her fingers over their turgid shape made her tingle with pleasure all over.

She saw Stanley putting away the oil flask, and sat up onto the edge of the bed. Turning on the steaming hot water in the adjoining sink to warm his hands he muttered, “I think I can help. Is that Lisa’s Sunday School class again?”

“Yes, isn’t she such a dear? How she has patience to keep after all those boys, I’ll never know… I have enough trouble just keeping track of just one of them.”

She was a nice lady, Stan reflected. She might have been an only child growing up, but nobody had ever had to teach her how to share. Pretty, too. Marie’s cousin was probably still drooling, ever since the first day Marie had introduced them. She’d had such a calming influence on him, too. And cook? She could do anything in that kitchen of hers. Maybe they’d get some cookies some time soon. There was an idea. He’d agree to help if he got some cookies, some of those monster cookies with all the M&Ms. It seemed like a fair trade.

“Stanley, what are you thinking about now?”

He mumbled something and looked at her. She stood there with bright brown eyes flashing, hands on her hips. He was probably thinking up some cookie blackmail scheme, as if that’s what it would take to induce him to help. He’d done it before. She was gorgeous, and she knew it. Her confidence was as intoxicating as her seductive pose, and his body reacted in kind. She walked closer to him until he could smell the fragrance of her beautiful hair, the hair that would soon be whispering all over his body and driving him mad with desire.

Inches apart she looked up into his eyes and squeezed his penis in her hands. “I need you,” she whispered intently. Catching her up in his arms, he held her petite form against his chest and strode into their bedroom. Already the flickering candlelight readied the room with just the right ambiance for their lovemaking. Marie adored candles, and probably burned through about a million of them a year, so it seemed. The scientists didn’t know it yet, but if there truly was such a thing as global warming, this was the cause.

Laying her gently on the bed, she laid back, her hair spreading out in a fan-shape around her. Finding a flask of oil by the bed, he patiently began the delightful task of massaging every square inch of Marie’s lovely body, even out to her fingertips and toes until her body shimmered in the flickering candlelight.

Her eyes were closed while his hands danced over her figure, though periodically he would see her smile. Her breathing was even and relaxed, and he loved watching the small up-and-down movement of her tummy as she breathed. She was not a ticklish person, and didn’t flinch when he swirled a finger through her belly button; it only evoked a smile.

“Oh, Stan,” she sighed. “That feels so awesome!” She could observe every bit of his handiwork in the mirror on the ceiling, as well as the God-given beauty of her own body. She lifted a leg into the air, watching how the light and shadows caught her lovely shape, radiating her beauty in a glistening hue. Looking down at her breasts, she gently held them in her hands. Her nipples were erect with desire, and each flicker of her fingers over their turgid shape made her tingle with pleasure all over.

She saw Stanley putting away the oil flask, and sat up onto the edge of the bed. Turning on the steaming hot water in the adjoining sink to warm his hands he muttered, “I think I can help. Is that Lisa’s Sunday School class again?”

“Yes, isn’t she such a dear? How she has patience to keep after all those boys, I’ll never know… I have enough trouble just keeping track of just one of them.”

She was a nice lady, Stan reflected. She might have been an only child growing up, but nobody had ever had to teach her how to share. Pretty,

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