Home Sweet Home

the opulent Chief Chit Face

Was this going to be a night of wild passion?

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In my house?

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It was perfect.

The moonlight was shining in through the doors that led to the veranda.

As soon as I shooed the crows away, I pulled the sheers and turned back toward the bed.

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Betty was sitting up in bed, the covers held against her. Her beautiful bluish, black hair cascading over her shoulders.

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I took off my shirt and jeans, standing before her at the edge of the bed.

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She giggled.

She had such a cute giggle.

"Love the underwear, Krall. I didn't know men still wore those."

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My mind flashed back to when I had first met Russell and how they had made fun of my tighty whitey underwear.

But nothing was going to ruin this night.

"My sexy ones are in the wash."

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I turned back on to her and sat on the bed as I took my underwear off.

I quickly slid under the sheets and lay there.

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"I am over here, Krall."

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I turned to Betty.

She had dropped the sheet and was sitting there in all her naked glory.

Boobs.

I could see real boobs.

Not just pictures on the internet.

Real boobs, in front of me.

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"You can touch them if you want."

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'If I want !!!'

"If I want !!!"

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Slowly i turned on my side, my hand reaching for her glorious nakedness.

She leaned in to kiss me.

My hand touched ner naked boob.

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I swear she purred as we kissed.

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Surely, this was like what heaven must be.

The moonlight.

Our naked bodies entwined.

Boobs.

Passionate kisses.

The neighing of a horse.

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Betty and I both stopped, our lips still touching.

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"Did I just hear a horse?" she wondered aloud.

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'Of course she did.'

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"That was just my heart beating," I replied, trying to be romantic.