My Indian GF Riding

Every night during the long, dark northern winters, she sat in front of her fireplace, drinking some hot chai tea, looking out the window. The light of the fire made the falling snowflakes glimmer as they fell from the heavens.Her long, chocolate-colored hair cascaded over her back and shoulders in decadent curls. She was a short girl, but her curves were the root of all envy in every other girl she encountered. Her short peach satin nightgown hugged her curves, not that one could tell, since she was snuggled up on her sofa, covered by a downy blanket and a fluffy bathrobe. A knock at her door startled her. She tossed her blanket off her, set her tea on the coffee table. Her bare feet made a light pitter-patter on her wood floors as she made her way to the door. She unlocked the door. It clicked, and then creaked as she opened it. Her eyes widened. "Hey honey, I'm home early." It was her boyfriend, who'd been working out of town for nearly a month. Twila gripped the shoulder areas of. They pulled up at the base of the high escarpment. Both were covered in a light sheen of sweat that even the cool north wind could not get the best of. Both were breathing deeply, enjoying the exertion of the run. The path continued up the rocky side of the limestone wall. Winding its way like a pale serpent to the jagged top and the smooth plateau above. ‘Shall we?’ Michael asked with a smile, as he started up setting an even pace. Tera followed behind him as they made their way up the path. The higher they went the smaller the path became until they were forced to stop running altogether and walk the final fifty feet to the top. Cresting the edge they were treated to a wonderful view of the plain beyond. Rolling hills as far as the eye could see provided an interesting perspective of the places majestic size and scope. ‘It’s beautiful,’ Tera said as she slid her arm around Michaels, intertwining her fingers with his. ‘It all seems so familiar,’ Michael said as he turned, pulling.
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