Chloe used that trick another two times. They soon spotted her standing in a clearing, not bothering to hide or anything. She was crying. When Momo and Sonja came up behind her, they saw why she was crying and both their tails dropped. A cumshot girl lay dead in the snow, frozen solid, her skin a frightful cerulean. She had pointed ears on the top blowjob of her head, like Momo’s, but longer and skinnier. They were brown, matching the color of her hair. She also had a furry, leaf-shaped tail, about twice as large as a human hand, the back of it brown but the underside white. Momo and Sonja leaned against each other and pulled Chloe in. It took their breath away to see gays another girl exactly like them, who simply hadn’t gay been found in time. This deer, had she simply been closer to the house, they maybe could have saved her from the cold. She would have lived with them, played with them, exchanged gifts at Christmas. She would be a huge part of their lives. Now they would never know. When Chloe was found, she had already been suffering from frostbite. To think that she could have so easily ended up like this, it was no wonder she was crying. “We should tell Master about his,” said Chloe. “I don’t want to tell Master. I don’t want Master to be sad,” said Sonja with a tearful sniff. “Let’s wait until after Christmas.” The three of them nodded and proceeded to bury the girl in snow and underbrush, if only to make sure no one else could find her. Rather than cutting a real one down, I set up my tiny plastic Christmas tree, a symbol of my fixed-income bachelor lifestyle. Momo had seen it in years past, but now that she understood what it was for, she gazed at the synthetic decoration with wonder. I had it set on the coffee table with all of the presents around it, the presents I had bought and the presents they had made. I had gotten each girl a large gift, while above the wood stove, I hung three empty stockings waiting to be filled with goodies. I couldn’t help but spoil them. Of course, they were anxious on this Christmas Eve, overcome with a childlike greed for the presents awaiting them. I kept a rolled-up anal newspaper handy, ready to swat anyone who tried to peak. Even the normally obedient and submissive Chloe ended up with a couple whaps to the head after picking at the wrapping paper. I'd come inside to see them. “Man, he’s my son. Tears poured from Rebecca’s eyes, “Please I’ll do anything just blowjob stop this.” She couldn’t hold back her fear. He much enjoyed the way her cumshot bottom swayed in her panic. The pinching continued. A haughty sneer curled her lips, her ebony gays face appearing unafraid. She bit her lower lip as her brother pressed his hands anal to her hips and looked at him as she smashed her pussy down gay on his cock, a smirk forming on her lips as her brother grunted and looked up at her. She grew to be 5’7” or 5’8” and the rest of her body caught up to it. I told them all about Mary Magdalene and how they liked kissing. He tugged and pinched at her nipples. Becca began squirming seeing that. When she tried to move, she found her body unresponsive, as if she were still asleep. Goodbye" Am I really horny for a bunch of teen girls?