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He wrapped his arms around his waist still having his head on her breasts " theses are comfy" |
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Lucille smiled and chuckled, running a hand through his hair. |
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"Cmon, lets get in bed," she smiled softly. |
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He picked her up head still rested on her chest and walked them to the bedroom once they were there he laid her down the laid down softly on her chest still |
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Lucille giggled, running her hands through his hair. "You really do like them, huh?" |
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He reached and hand up to them and gently squeezed one " mhm" |
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Lucille giggled and bit her lip. |
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Leim stopped and just laid there |
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"I love you," she murmured softly, combing through his hair with her fingers. |
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Nighttime Thunderstorms with Hail
