#it think its sweet that theyd spend years getting closer and hes like 'after we have our child im going to retire'and i think thats nice

[thedogslegart]

Heres what I think of Lance. I pin him as older than typical, probably ollder than depicted, in his 40s somewhere. He wants to settle down and retire to focus on studying now hes spent a majority of his life adventuring, but hes still weening off it.

[might-guys-acorn]

Got an amazing imagine request for Gaara seeing how excited his S/O is about Naruto and Hinata's wedding and decides to propose! Im so excited to do this one!!! -🦎

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A startled Gaara looked up from his paperwork sitting on the kitchen table. That squeal had to have been beyond a human's capacity to create. He stood up quickly as you blazed into the room like a hurricane, looking desheveled with your hair falling out of its bun and clutched an envelope tightly to your chest.

"Y/N, what's the matter?" He asked, in a concerned tone, thinking something must be wrong to have you this worked up.

"NARUTO AND HINATA ARE GETTING MARRIED!!!" You shriek excitedly, the biggest smile plastered over your delicate features. You hold the envelope out for him to see. He returns your smile calmly and takes the mail from your hand. Its addressed to the both of you, everyone considered it a package deal at this point. You were forever at his side, from the office to travel to a simple walk down the street. It was odd to see his hand unnaccompanied by your own.

"Im so happy for them!" You giggled and thought fondly of the double dates you and your boyfriend went on everytime youd visit the Leaf Village. Youd met the two of them through Gaara just a few months after you'd started dating, and theyd been some of your closest friends for 2 years now.

"I couldnt agree more, itll truly be the happiest of events." He used a magnet to place the invitation on the fridge and sat down to return to his work.

"I know its not for another 8 months, but Ive just gotta do something! Maybe go look for a gift? Yes! I'll go find our gift!" You place a kiss on his forehead and duck out the door.

Just a few minutes of your absence left him with swimming thoughts. He placed the paperwork down, it was no use trying to go throught it with all this static in his brain. Marriage? Of course he had thought about it, youd been together for nearly 3 years at this point, and Temari was always badgering him about it. But now, Naruto was getting married. And how your eyes glistened when youd found out. It was the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen. You were so excited. So happy. He loved to see you that happy. He decided right then that he had to be the cause of that joy. Everyday for the rest of his life.

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"Gaara, where are we going?" You tugged on his hand excitedly and skipped forward to stand next to him. He took you on dates around the village every once in a while, but he usually preferred the piece of mind of being at home. And he's never tried to surprise you before, he liked to ask for your opinion on places to go.

He brought the back of your hand to his lips and looked at you with a sweet smile. "We're almost there, just hold on a little longer."

The sun was nearly setting over Suna, and you loved to watch the honey glow of golden hour light up the sand around you. This was your favorite time of day.

Gaara squeezed your hand lightly and brought you back to the moment, and as you turned a corner, you saw a large greenhouse in front of you. As he opened the door, he gestured you in and chuckled softly at your gasp of surprise. All of the greenery around you was lit up by your favorite warm sunshine, tinged slightly with the orange and purple highlights of the incoming sunset. In the center of the plants was a small picnic, and you turned to the man behind you to place a soft hand to his cheek.

"Honey, this is beautiful." You whispered. He place his hand over yours, looked deep into your eyes and took in the light casting on your hair, your eyes, your smile. "Yes, you truly are." His soft tone made your cheeks heat up.

"Lets not let this picnic go to waste." You reply, pulling him over to sit down with you.

As you pulled the food out of the basket, he picked a nearby flower and tucked it behind your ear. In the glow of the greenhouse, you took his hand and asked, "What's all this for?"

He smiled nervously, "Well, I wanted tonight to be as perfect as you. Ive been thinking a lot lately, about how precious you are to me. About how much light you've brought into my life. About how, no matter how long Ive been able to be yours, the sight of you still makes my heart flutter. Your smile makes me smile, your laugh can take any pain away, the sight of you next to me in the morning still feels like a dream." He takes a deep breath, and your smile persists as you lightly tuck a stray lock of his bright red hair back into place. He can be such a romantic sometimes.

"Sounds like you've got an awful lot to think about, honey." You say softly, and watch his warm eyes take in your playful words.

"I don't want to spend a single moment without you. For the rest of my time in this world." He grabs your hand quickly with both of his, "Marry me, Y/N."

His statement takes a second to sink in. But as soon as you realized what he was asking, you flung your arms around his shoulders, knocking the two of you to the ground and let out a long string of "Oh Gaara" and "yes" and "of course" and "I love you". Silence only filled the air when he kissed you passionately, laying in the middle of the greenhouse, and the sun tucked itself behind the soft sand dunes of Suna.

In the soft light of the new night sky, you moved to lay next to him, placing your head on his chest to feel the still-rapid veat of his heart.

"I love you, Y/N." He said, stroking his fingers lightly over your arm.

"I love you too." You shut your eyes and smiled and felt his heart literally skip a beat. As he pulled you closer to him, Gaara smiled under the emerging stars and the excitement he felt radiated in every direction. You wanted him to be yours forever. He sighed and knew now why you were so joyful to get that invitation. Celebrating a love like this was the most wonderful gift in the world.

[imagineclaireandjamie]

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Claire comes back to the past with Brianna and arrives at Helwater looking for Jamie—but must confront the Dunsanys first.

Part One, Part Two, Part Three, Part Four, Part Five, Part Six, Part Seven

Come Hell or Helwater - Part Eight

Rain pattered against the window while Brianna sat at the table in the corner with Isobel working through a set of simple mathematics problems. She didn’t have the heart to tell Isobel that she’d mastered both multiplication and long division two years prior. Instead she worked her way through them slowly, allowing herself the fun of observing the others in the room while they thought she was thoroughly engrossed by the numbers on the page.

Brianna had found soon after her arrival at Helwater that she couldn’t help but like Isobel—she couldn’t have borne pretending she was so far behind in her studies otherwise. But Isobel’s sweetness could become grating if not for the presence of her sister, Geneva. It was Geneva who knew exactly how to push Isobel’s agreeableness to the brink, to coax a few less-than-kind remarks out of Isobel—and then offer reassurance that she hadn’t been so unkind as to require begging anyone’s pardon.

There was more to Geneva that Brianna found mesmerizing, however. Quiet moments when she managed a glance at the older girl and it was clear Geneva didn’t realize she was being watched. In those moments she looked the way Brianna had felt when Mama and Daddy had told her the great and terrible Truths of her life—first, that Daddy wasn’t going to live with them anymore, he was going to live with his special friend, Sandy, and, just a short time after that, when her mother informed her that Daddy wasn’t her “real” father. From what Brianna could tell, it was partly Geneva’s parents who were causing her to look that way, but not because they were breaking up. No, the lady Geneva was going to be married soon and anyone could see she didn’t want to get married.

But that was why there were beginning to be so many extra people at the estate. They were guests visiting for the upcoming wedding. Several older relatives of the Dunsanys had taken to sitting with Lady Dunsany in the main sitting room while the younger guests preferred to gather in the drawing room. It was in the adjoining library that Isobel was giving Brianna her lessons but the door was kept open so Isobel might pop in and make her necessary appearances every so often. Brianna thought Isobel perhaps preferred the quieter library to the group in the drawing room.

Brianna enjoyed peeking up at them through the doorway. She could only see a portion of one setee and a fragment of the floor to ceiling windows behind but Geneva was partial to planting herself on that setee and as the bride to be, she frequently had company beside her—usually one of the two British soldiers who had startled her mother in the forest that day they’d arrived. The younger of those two often turned to glance through the same open doorway at her, which always made her flush and look down at her paper. Or was he looking at Isobel? Brianna peeked up to see Isobel looking flustered as well, no doubt aware of the soldier’s piercing gaze.

Even if Brianna could convince herself that the young man was paying his attentions to Isobel, all it took was Geneva seeing her sister’s blush to throw a wrench in Brianna’s plans of going unnoticed.

“Isobel,” Geneva called rising from the setee and floating to the door. “Aren’t you going to join us? As the sister of the bride it’s part of your duties to help me entertain my guests,” she teased with a playful giggle and glance over her shoulder. “John, Hal, won’t you help me coax Isobel into joining us?”

Isobel sighed but smiled at Brianna before pushing herself up from her chair at the table. “You’re doing wonderfully,” Isobel assured her. “Keep working on this set of problems and I’ll be back shortly to check your progress.”

Brianna nodded and then watched as Isobel glared at her sister who stood in the doorway with a satisfied grin on her face.

“Really John, you must ask Isobel about her latest obsession with playing governess,” Geneva continued, the conversation still drifting in for Brianna to overhear since the door between the rooms remained open. “It’ll be something to keep her occupied when she no longer has me around to entertain her.”

Isobel spoke too quietly for Brianna to hear but from Geneva’s subsequent, “Oh come, I’m only playing,” she assumed the young lady had rebuked her.

“It is the curse of younger siblings to always be tormented by the older,” John remarked, lightening the mood even as he too scolded Geneva.

Brianna set her pencil aside and leaned forward over the table, straining to see if she could catch a glimpse of them but they must be standing near the fireplace. The rain outside was unrelenting in a spring that was already slow about taking root. That was one of the things about this time that Brianna found most frustrating and quietly terrifying—how cold it was without proper, modern heating and how afraid she was that she would get too close to the hearth or that she’d knock over a candle and go up in flames.

“I know Isobel’s attempts to improve the poor child arrive from the best of intentions,” Geneva assured the others and Brianna could hear the eye roll in her tone. “I just think that when it comes to the staff and their families, it’s not our place to interfere. They have their lives and we have ours.”

“And the fact that their livelihood depends upon our whims doesn’t matter?” Isobel challenged more vocally, clearly surprising the others.

Brianna rose from her seat and tiptoed closer to the door to hear better and maybe sneak a better angle through the door so she could see them while remaining hidden in the shadows. If she was truly lucky, there’d be a mirror on one wall that would let her watch their reflections—she couldn’t remember if there was a mirror in the drawing room though.

“So long as they’re paid for their services, I’m not sure I understand to what you might object,” the older one—Hal, Geneva had called him—said gently.

“They require decent pay to support their families,” Isobel agreed, “and sometimes they’re compensated in other forms—for instance, housing or their meals—but what about their other needs, especially for their children? Is it not our duty to guide them towards being productive members of society where their parents are either lacking the means or the opportunity?”

“And what makes you think the Mackenzies are lacking the means and opportunity?” Geneva countered. “Did you ask them if they wanted it when you asked for their permission? Shall we ask the little lady now?”

Brianna panicked for a moment as she heard Geneva’s footsteps crossing toward the door but her instincts quickly kicked in. She started walking for the door herself and nearly collided with Geneva.

“Sorry,” Brianna muttered, backing away. “I was just coming to ask Miss Isobel if she might excuse me to go help my mother. Miss Isobel should be spending her time with your company, not with me just now.”

“I don’t mind at all, really,” Isobel insisted but Geneva made a dismissive gesture, keeping her eyes on Brianna.

“The child is quite right, don’t you agree, John? It’s terribly rude of Isobel first to ignore your presence and then to ignore her young charge’s. If she had a nursemaid, we might turn her over to so she doesn’t inhibit her mother in her work. Should we engage one for her, Isobel?” Geneva asked, looking over her shoulder at her sister. “Would that be more of the means and opportunities that our hired servants are lacking? I suppose we’ll just have to keep an eye on her ourselves then. Come child,” Geneva turned back to Brianna with an overly sweet smile. “Join us in the drawing room and we’ll try not to bore you too terribly.”

Brianna stood her ground, staring expressionlessly at Geneva.

“Geneva…” Hal said quietly, stepping toward her.

“Quiet little thing, aren’t you,” Geneva murmured, her attention still fixed on Brianna. “Do you speak at all?”

“I’m ten, not two,” Brianna replied, unamused even as the color began to rise in Geneva’s cheeks. “And my mother always told me if I didn’t have anything nice to say I shouldn’t say anything at all. I’d rather spend my time somewhere I can have a conversation. Thank you, Miss Isobel, for the lesson. I’ll see myself out.”

Brianna kept her ears pricked for their reactions as she turned on her heel and went to the table to retrieve her things before exiting through the door at the side that led to the servant’s passage and from there down to the kitchen. She heard one stifled chuckle (Hal) and Isobel’s gentle, “You were the one who provoked her.”

The sound of a slight commotion drew most of the others back into the drawing room—a footman announcing the arrival of another guest.

“Daniel,” Hal exclaimed in joy. “It’s a miracle you made it in this weather. You ought to have stayed at your inn until it cleared.”

“If he did that he might not have arrived in time at all,” Geneva declared, brushing away the awkwardness of being put in her place by a ten-year-old girl. “The way it looks now it could rain through the next fortnight and my wedding’s one week away. He knew I’d never forgive him if he wasn’t here.”

“Always said Gordon was like a brother to me so I see it as my brotherly duty to make sure everything stays on schedule,” a new voice chimed in.

“Well you might’ve been as a brother to Gordon but you’ve hardly been a brother to either of his sisters,” Geneva objected with a laugh. “You haven’t written a word to either Isobel or myself in over a year.”

Brianna snuck one final peek through the door to the drawing room.

John, the soldier who had come walking through the field with her mother that day, was the only one watching her as she made her exit.

“Bree,” Claire gasped as her daughter barged into the cottage, dripping wet from her brief run through the rain from the main house. “For heaven’s sake, what are you doing here? I was going to fetch you back after your lesson was finished. You’re soaked to the bone.”

“Well you might wind up back there later treating their latest guest. Sounds like he rode a ways through the rain and I wouldn’t be surprised if he comes down sick from it,” Brianna said, shaking her hair like a wet dog.

“Sassenach,” Jamie called from the cottage’s back entrance. “Do ye have anything hereabouts we could eat? Thought it might be nicer to have our midday meal alone together rather than trek through the muck to the main house. And as Bree’s occupied there with Miss Isobel…”

Claire cleared her throat loudly soon after he began and spoke over him, “We’re in here, Jamie. Bree’s just got back too. We hadn’t addressed the subject of lunch yet.”

Jamie came around the corner, his face pink and dripping with the rain that had soaked his hair.

“Bree,” he said with a smile. “Is it wet enough for ye out there? I ken I must look and feel like a half-drowned cat.”

“Well it is raining cats and dogs,” Brianna remarked without enthusiasm.

“Why don’t you fetch some dry things from your trunk and change in our room,” Claire offered.

“I suppose we won’t be using it after all,” Jamie whispered in her ear as he brushed a kiss against Claire’s cheek.

“I had brought a leftover side of ham from the house after tending the cook the other day,” Claire continued, ignoring Jamie, “and there’s cheese I had set aside as well. We’ll see what kind of meal we can make with that and maybe it will let up enough tonight for a larger meal with the others at the main house.”

When Brianna had closed their bedroom door behind her to change, Claire turned into Jamie’s arms and stood on her toes to give him a kiss.

“When the wedding’s over and their guests have gone home, things will calm down enough that we’ll have a little more time for ourselves,” she whispered, pulling away from him as his hands drifted down to her backside. “Not just the two of us, but the three of us.”

“Except for when we have time just the two of us to get back to work on making that three of us into a four, aye?”

“Aye,” Claire smiled and blushed. “Though by my watch we’ve spent a fair bit of time working at that already.”

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They had dressed and sprayed air freshener, but the musky scent of sex still seemed too obvious for their father to miss. He had his feet up on the coffee table with Camdens head in his lap. Were fine, Jacob assured her. Dad came in through the kitchen. Molly heard the garage door open and scanned the room one last time. Camden had lovely feet, with perfectly pink nails. Jacob, Im gonna need you to run me to the airport and pick me up again on Sunday afternoon. Molly was sitting with Camdens legs across her lap and was tracing her bare feet with trembling fingers. Molly had painted those nails a hundred times over the years, but touching them now created a new kind of flutter in her stomach. The satisfied smile on his face made her chuckle. Jacobs eyes were wide as he glanced between Camden and Molly. She smiled at him and nodded. Hey, he muttered, sounding tense and tired. Im gonna have to fly out tonight to fix a screw up in Atlanta. You make a nice pillow. Camden sighed happily, then sat up. Molly was tempted to tease him, but something in his eyes seemed vulnerable just then. He whispered, Youll wait for me? Dad packed in minutes and by the time Jacob had his shoes on they were ready to go. Camden had sat up and was looking over the back of the couch as they came back into the living room. Oh, hey Camden, Dad said with a weary smile. I hope you fix the problem. I didnt see you there. I dont mind Camden hanging out, but no parties, no guests, and no drinking my liquor. Camden gave him a sympathetic smile. Sorry you have to work all weekend. Well clean up and get ready for bed, but well wait. Yes, sir, Molly and Jacob answered in unison. Its for food and emergencies. He looked to his two kids. Of course they will, Camden said. Ill tell Mom so shell know to keep an eye on them for you. Im sure Camdens parents will be happy to help you if you need anything else while Im gone. Heres a hundred bucks, but this isnt spending money. I doubt well even only hairy pussy pics leave the house. Jacob gave them a sly smile as he helped his Dad carry the bags out. Its just technical stuff, but I need to be there to see the problem and fix it. Im trusting you guys to be responsible. Now that she was alone with Camden, Molly felt butterflies in her stomach and couldnt understand why. Lacking anything intelligent to say, Molly asked, You okay? I expect to get change back with receipts. She paused for a moment as her face flushed pink. I never wanted to before. Yeah, she sighed and smiled over at Molly. Itll be fine, Dad, Molly said. Camden sat close and quiet as Robot Chicken played on the unwatched television. It feels that way looking back. I guess I always wanted to kiss you. Call us if you get worried. She took Camdens hand and ran her thumb across the back. Is it weird that I want to kiss you now? She shivered and chuckled to herself. It seemed like the clear categories of brother and friend had run together like a painting in the rain. Then when you were really getting into it, I suddenly wanted to taste you. Im changing the subject, Camden declared with a sigh. The picture may be different, but the colors were just as beautiful to her. Can I borrow some clothes? Sure, we could probably use a shower before Jacob gets back anyway. Theres lube in my panties and it feels weird. It never bothered me or anything. Molly got up and pulled her friend up after her. We were always kinda touchy. Molly turned the experience over in her mind. The dresser was crowded with cosmetics under a large mirror with pictures tucked in along the frame. Her room had white furniture with purple accents. They continued to hold hands as they went down the hall to her room. Molly pulled open a drawer and got out panties and long night shirts for them both. There were pictures of the three of them through the years, always smiling and always together. Camden had begun undressing, folding her clothes and placing them on the storage bench under the window. No, not to me anyway Molly said, feeling relieved. Her full size bed was unmade, with the purple and gold comforter pushed all the way down against the foot board. This is long enough to perm! God, I should keep trimmed but I never had a reason to during winter before. Getting a towel, she headed back to find Camden climbing up on the bed. Let me get Jacobs trimmer. She pulled her pubic hair in a fist to show Molly how long it was. Molly grinned as they bumped shoulders when they passed through the doorway. Turning on the buzzy trimmer, Molly focused on her task. He goes apeshit when I use it, but I imagine things may be different now. The first few passes got the fluff on top of the mons down to a reasonable size, then she pushed her legs open to trim along her vulva leaving enough hair so it wouldnt itch. Molly stepped into the shared bathroom between their rooms and grabbed his electric trimmer off the charger. Once she got the majority of the bushy hair out of the way, she realized Camden was biting her lower lip. Hop on this towel so I can keep the hairs out of my bed. Can you help me do it? Youre lips dont stick out, Molly noted as she mushed the skin around to get into the creases of her legs. It only took a few more passes to leave her neatly trimmed atk natural and hairy ready for a shower. Her strong scent wasnt unpleasant, but the combination of arousal, lube, and personal chemistry kept her from attempting what she wanted to do just then. Like when you give me a pedicure and paint my toenails. Just the opposite, she whispered. She blushed as she asked. Molly answered and quickly removed her own clothes, throwing them at the clothes hamper near the door. Like Camden said, the sensation of being sheared was more pleasant than she expected and she soon found herself biting her lower lip. The tingling in her stomach intensified as she climbed up to place herself on the towel. I told you it was nice. Camden asked with a grin. She wiggled her nicely painted toes and laughed. Lift up your knees, Im going in. Camden said when she noticed. The buzzing of the trimmer felt almost as good as the little vibrating egg shed picked up. Its just so interesting! Camden had a curious expression on her face as she felt around with her warm fingers. Im more pink, but I like the way your lips look tan here. I can only see mine with a mirror. Molly sat up and tried to see, but she couldnt contort herself enough. And I think your opening is smaller than mine. Camden trimmed down her labia and pushed her skin around to get the trickier areas. When she parted her inner lips, Molly looked to see what she was doing. After warming some on her fingers, she stepped back to the bed. Molly asked with a chuckle. Go ahead, Molly said as she watched, more curious than aroused now. Hold on, Camden said, then got the lube from the dresser drawer theyd hidden their toys. It felt tight and tingly, but then Camden started feeling around along the front wall. Like too small or just smaller? Camden took her first two fingers and slid them inside Mollys opening. That makes me feel like I need to pee, Molly said through clenched teeth. Molly put her hand out as Camden coated her fingers with a bit of lube. One hand rubbing up top, two fingers inside pushing here. See if you can find it. Mine swells up when I get close and pushing on it makes me cum so hard. Molly slid her middle and ring fingers inside, feeling along until she hit a kind of rough spot along the smooth front wall. I wanna see something. I feel like were two guys looking at a cars engine. The kiss warmed quickly as Molly scooted closer, but when it cooled again it left them both breathless. Camden stepped closer with an impish grin on her face, then tilted her head as she reached Mollys lips. Thats the spot I have to hit when Im playing with myself. We promised wed wait, Camden whispered. While Molly put their hair in the trash and the towel in the dirty clothes hamper, Camden got the water running in the tub to get it hot. Want me to scrub your back? They didnt waste much time to avoid the temptation of playing without Jacob. It does feel kinda nice to push there. Molly did explore a bit while she had the soapy wash cloth and enjoyed he attention she received as well. Camden was playing with her her hairy pits phone as she waited, sometimes sliding her toes to tickle along Mollys thigh. Just doing normal things like this felt exciting to Molly now. Dressed in Mollys panties and night shirts, the girls sat on the bed together while Molly stripped the chipped polish off her fingernails and applied a fresh coat of her favorite pale pink color. Camden kept glancing at the door while she rubbed lotion on Mollys feet. Molly grinned, then they both laughed at the situation. The silence was comfortable, their occasional touches sweet, but under it all was a passion that bubbled to the surface whenever she stared at Camdens face. Hed have called if something came up. It made her feel jealous in a way, but not as badly as she expected. With her nails finished and drying, Molly lay back with her fingers spread over her stomach. Yeah, she whispered and blushed a deep pink. Watching her friend worry, Molly recognized how strongly she felt about Jacob. She felt her stomach churn as she considered how to say what she needed to say. Their new intimacy had changed things, but if anything it felt warmer and deeper between them. Ive always had a crush on him, ever since we were little. Camden wasnt always assertive, but this was obviously something she felt strongly about. Wait for him to get back, she commanded. He really likes you, you know. Maybe we should call him. Hasnt it been too long? Camden was suddenly nervous, like she didnt know how to act. Okay, Molly agreed and shut her eyes for a moment. Hey, if you guys want some alone time this weekend, she started and was stopped by the hard look in Camdens eyes. Just then the rumble of the garage door signaled his return. I know its corny, but I had to bring you something. I mean, he paused as his flush deepened. She ran her fingers to show where she meant. How the hell did I get this lucky? When Jacob appeared in the doorway he had two small bouquets of three red roses with babys breath all atk hairy amateurs wrapped in green paper. Hey, he said, bluffing a mature air, but it didnt last a second until his cheeky grin appeared. She changed her position on the bed three times before assuming a casual pose next to Molly. I just spent an awkward trip to the airport with Dad, then a long trip home just thinking. And you, he said almost as a question. Shit, youre both so gorgeous. All my twin brothers get to sleep with my hot friend. Are you sure youre both okay with this? Rather than jump in, Molly held herself back and let Camden speak for them both. Weve been talking, Camden whispered. Im never gonna stop crushing on you, either, apparently. Being my brother, of course, Molly laughed. I know its gotta be weird for you two, but Im pretty sure we can work something out, cant we? He walked into the room and joined them sitting on the bed. Im never gonna stop being Mollys friend, even if things change a little from now on. And then you kissed me. Her flush deepened as she took both of their hands. Then maybe Im the weird one, because I liked it. He looked at Molly with his frown fighting his smile. In case you have almost any inquiries with regards to in which as well as the way to employ atk hairy kingdom hairy amateurs (their website), you possibly can email us at the website. Its kinda hard to get my head around, but I cant deny how hot is was watching you two. And I definitely liked kissing you. he shook his head and gave up trying to be cool. I mean, really kissed me. Jacob finally broke the silence when he said, Lets see what happens this weekend. Camden laughed and the tension was gone like it had never been there at all. Camden watched from the bed as Molly straighten her room. Molly got their toys and put them on her nightstand while the shower was running. Now that she knew how powerful the experience was it scared her a little. Molly said and took his hand, then looked at Camden. It is weird, Jacob admitted. In just one afternoon so much had changed. Me too, but mostly happy. In that case, go shower because I can smell you from here, Molly said as she pushed him to get off the bed. Penny for your thoughts, Camden prompted. It was hard to judge if it was better or worse or just different at this point. Jacob came in dying off with a towel. The three of them sat there with the roses between them on the bed, staring around at each other. It just flops around, Camden whispered. He was naked and his vigorous rubbing made his cock and balls bounce around. It was nerves, she knew it. Molly climbed back into bed and huddled next to her friend. Watching him had a hypnotic effect on both women. Oh, Camden exclaimed, nodding as she seemed to get it. I guess its not any weirder than running without a bra and your tits going all over the place. Fucking dance belts, Jeez that was torture. The worst was when Molly made me do ballet with her one year, Jacob said with a wry look in Mollys direction. I always wondered why you guys had to wear those if you had underwear. I have a picture of Molly singing into her hair brush wearing a towel with curlers in her hair. Thats why we wear jock straps. Then they all laughed about it. He turned off the lights in the bathroom, then turned off the overhead lights in Mollys room. Oh, yes, the threat of getting a full page ad in the yearbook is my half of our mutually assured destruction pact. The lamp on the nightstand offered more than enough light for him to climb into bed next to Camden with Molly on the other side. Camden clapped her hands and said, Please tell me theres pictures of him in tights! The full bed was cramped, but the three of them settled in together in the dim light. Molly pulled up the sheets, then made Camden her little spoon. Molly heard them kissing and grinned. At some point Jacob rolled over slightly and sighed. Jacob tossed the towel over the shower rod to dry. Camden scooted down to sit between his legs. I want to taste you, Camden whispered to Jacob. Molly was interested, so she rolled closer to Jacob and put her head on his shoulder. She snuggled against Camdens back and drifted off a little. Camden shot Molly a look of horror. She could tell how intense it was by how hard he squeezed her fingers. Her tongue licked down the front of his shaft as she took him in. His erection was growing as Camden rubbed him along his shaft with her open palm. Camden rolled into his side as he slipped his arm under the pillow. Beats me, no ones ever done it for me before. The effect on Jacob was immediate as he gasped, lifted his head, and squeezed Mollys fingers white. When she lifted it up and licked his head Jacob sighed and took Mollys hand. Camden asked, then slipped his swollen head between her lips. That is so fucking hot, she murmured when Camden gagged silently, then gamely kept on. Up and down, Camden took his shaft in her mouth as she watched his reaction each time she came up for air. Finally he gasped and sat up slightly, straining against some invisible weight as Camden moaned. Then kill me, he replied through clenched teeth. When she did that to me I thought I was gonna die, Molly whispered to her brother. Jacob had been silent for a while with his legs straight and toes pointed down. Her eyes began to water and her breath came in gasps as she tried to keep him deep inside for longer periods of time. Molly realized she was squeezing Jacobs hand just as hard as he was. It tastes better from the source, Camden said as she wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. Molly moved her knees apart and lay down between her thighs. When he collapsed back against the bed, Molly touched his sweaty face and blew cool air on him as he panted. The warm musky smell of Camdens arousal made her mouth water. Sitting up as Camden returned, Jacob rolled over to kiss her and rub his hand over her breasts. Camden exclaimed, then reached down to grip Mollys hair in her fists. Tasting her friend was like licking a penny, all bright flavors of copper and sparks. Right there, oh yeah, right there! Pushing her thighs up to open her completely, Molly kissed her swollen lips while pushing two fingers inside slowly. From the noisy wet sounds above she knew they were kissing, but Molly didnt care. Ignoring the discomfort as Camden pulled her hair, Molly opened her mouth to rub the flat of her tongue against the top of her slit. Molly wanted to play and explore, licking the edges and creases, kissing her deeply to press her tongue as far as it would go, all the while massaging that little spot deep inside with her two fingers. Come up here, Molly said as she moved back to her side of the bed to let Camden come back. Camden must had had enough playing and pulled harder on her long hair to direct the attention where it was needed most. The flood of arousal increased, soon covering her face and hand with Camdens sticky emissions. Taking Camdens erect nubbin between her lips, Molly sucked and released like she was giving head to the tiny bump. Camden froze, her legs out straight as she alternated between panting and holding her breath. Following the command, Molly sucked the bump all the way into her mouth, rolling her tongue around it over and over. The frenzy continued as she flexed her hips until the pulses slowed, then stopped. Keeping a steady cycle of motions was more difficult than shed assumed. God, Im so hot right now. Jacob looked up at her with a half-grin that looked like he was proud of her for some reason. Released at last, Molly sat up to sexy hairy pussy girls look at her friend. She was focused on her friends pleasure and knew Jacob was as well. I want to say something stupid right now, Camden whispered. Wiping her face on the sheet as moved, Molly lay next to her best friend, kissing her softly while Jacob caressed them both. Camden uttered a long, low groan as she forced Mollys face into her wetness. Im not sure I know myself, Molly chuckled. Being with Camden clicked in a way kissing her old boyfriend Brian McCue never had. After the tender moment, Jacob whispered, You have to show me how you did that. As she touched her friends flat stomach she wondered what it might mean. Molly realized she wasnt as curious about being with a guy anymore. Her fingers felt like they were sucked in deeper as Camden tensed, then she felt the rhythmic pulse of her inner muscles that signaled her orgasm. It no longer seemed important somehow. She put her head down on the pillow with a sigh. Camdens scent was all over her face, her flavor was still in her mouth. It was more satisfying than anything shed done before. Camden was still running her fingers through her hair, rubbing the spots shed pulled so hard moments before. Come here and kiss me so I dont. After taking a deep breath and letting it out in a low hum, Molly said, Yes. She could tell Jacob was falling to sleep from his deeper breaths. Camden asked this time in the silence. She felt wet drops fall from her chin as Camden stared at her in the dim light.