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There was something about the way that the wind howled around the farmhouse that made Dana want to be either somewhere else or sat upon the floor before a raging fire.
“Alas neither is going to happen soon enough” she muttered wondering again where Jason was. He had gone out over quarter of an hour ago in search of fire wood and she was beginning to really worry where he was.

Their romantic holiday for two to the highlands had so far proven to be one of those extra special roller coaster holidays. There had been major ups
“Jason’s cock does a great up, oh and those outfits” she whispered. The ‘downs’ had all centred upon the weather which except for a few really good days had been pretty poor. The only other down had been the weird dreams and the feelings of paranoia that Dana was not used to feeling.

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