1. In The Beginning: Chapters 2,3 & 4


    Date: 2/5/2017, Categories: Fiction, Consensual Sex, Erotica, Male / Female Teens, Oral Sex, Author: davebccanada, Rating: 88.2, Source: sexstories.com

    possessions that could relate to a dove. He goes downstairs to breakfast. Caitlin has maize pancakes and sausages on the table for him. She whispers, "Do you want coffee or milk?" "Just water," he digs into the pancakes. After breakfast he goes outside to mull over his quest. What should he give to Grace to help her heal. He wanders down the block and soon finds himself close to the Smithfield place. He studies the house and the tree in the side yard. He wonders if anyone has ever seen him climbing that tree. He wishes he was cuddled up to her sleeping in the warmth of her body. He remembers the last time they slept together. It was in fact the only time he ever slept the night away with a woman. They had only had sex once before that and when the power had gone out in the longhouse while they were skiing no one wanted to brave the bad roads to try and get home. He and Grace had slipped away together and found a robe to curl up in. They kept each other warm and shed all their clothes to hold each other closer. What did he ever do with that robe? He thinks on it and suddenly let's out a whoop. He speeds home and digs in an outbuilding holding lots of items in storage. "There you are!" He exclaims, "I thought I remembered you had the dove embossed upon you." And it is a large dove in soft blue hues embossed upon the large down filled mat and cover. It was his favorite robe and they had often lain upon it's feather filled softness when visiting. He gathered it in his arms and ...
    headed into the house. Caitlin was watching him in the window so she met him at the door. "I will wash it for you, my brother. I'm sure she will love it." Mike is left dumbfounded in the middle of the room. He wanders to the kitchen and Nancy asks, "Coffee, Mike?" He nods his head and sits at the breakfast nook. She comes to sit by his elbow. "You know you can't bottle up your feelings forever, Mike. You have never grieved their passing. It would be easier if you could just let it out." "What! Scream at the ancestors? Curse the Anglican God? Wring my hands and cry all night? Will they suddenly come back if I do those things? Mama is gone! My father, the same! Can you tell me why? Please tell me if you can. Please." he quiets down, "please." He sits in glum silence. Finally he says, "Thanks for the coffee, Nance." He takes his coffee outside to sip on it. Sitting on the front porch step he watches passers by. He thinks, they will all still be here day after tomorrow and the next day and the next. But where is my mother and father now? Why aren't they still here? A small voice answers in his head. 'Accidents happen and all too soon their car plunged over the precipice without warning. They had no chance in the mountains of Scotland.' He shakes his head and sips his coffee. Nancy calls out the door behind him, "Don't run off. I'll have dinner ready soon." He nods his head to her and she goes back in out of sight. A friend from up the street comes to join him on the porch. "Big ...
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