*Warning : May contain kissing*

Cindy suspiration. She'd been waiting for the inevitable, and her new young man didn't disappoint. Being a girl of short stature with relatively lowly breast, there is one finicky feature of hers that tends to draw in men more than any other. And much to her dismay, it isn't her love of the arts and sciences, or her glasses that announce such thing to the world. It is that which her female parent gave her. Which, itself, does not refer to her preference for emotional honesty, her taste for fantasy fiction or her appreciation of the scientific method, but instead to an anatomical property that is pleasing to the eye. Which, again, does not refer to her red hair or her green center, typical familial traits that are inherited in simple genetic form that can be mapped out by Punnett squares, but instead to a place that is only indirectly inherited through a complex interaction of genetics, lifestyle and…

It's her ass. She's got a big, round ass. You could call it a big, fat, beat ass, if she wasn't in earshot.

She doesn't thinker particularly that the men who chat her up with sex or even a kinship in nous probably sneaked a point at her from keister ( though the cat calls and the Wyrd, random intimate solicitation she could do without ), but she never made the connection between admiring her rear end and wanting to put it in her prat. Unquestionably, that was the elephant in the room, whenever she asked a boyfriend if there was anything they wanted to try. She couldn't quite understand the logical leap from like a big, brush up rump to wanting admission to selection number two. Still, Cindy was willing to try anything once. Or a few metre. With each boyfriend.

fountainhead, while she'd led her current boyfriend to believe that she'd never done such a thing before, this wasn't entirely the truth. Or, anything like the truth. The intellect for the deception was two-fold : first, because she didn't want her relatively huge experience with the practice to mislead someone into thinking she was unbreakable, and second, because she didn't want to civilise a reputation as the case of female child that takes it up the bum. It was inevitable that she be asked, after all, and she didn't think it was very fair to say no, arbitrarily, as she was perfectly equal to of doing it. Still, she never wanted to hear that one of her guy-friends saw"Cindy is an anal pouf"on a bathroom rampart and would she very much mind confirming or denying that she"took it in the derriere ?"So she didn't exactly want to admit to just anyone that she'd actually done it more times than anyone could reasonably keep enumeration.

And, yet again, her fellow of several months, who'd so far been the nicest and most patient role man she'd ever been with, had brought up the issue in the roundabout way that men seem to mistake for subtlety.

"Isn't it weird that anal retentive sex is, you know, a thing ?"he had said, one lazy early-summer eve, while the fan in the room hummed and she lay silently in his lap, browsing through e-books on her laptop. It was probably the most abrupt way anyone had ever brought up buttsex to her, and she had to hold back laughter when she finally put together what he'd said. He was idly stroking her hair at the time, and when she looked up at him, he was staring off into the pep pill corner of the room, a blush evident.

"Uhm… in what way ?"

"Well."he said, getting back on hand, as if she'd just responded"who's there"to"knock-knock."“ It's just that, it's totally doable, you know ? And there's no real evolutionary purpose for it, right ?"

"It might be for male bonding,"she had said, trying to obliterate how comical she found it to derail his tortured stake probe,"since pygmy Pan troglodytes do it for that and a bunch of former intellect, and historically, that's how human being have used it, too. Bit of a chicken or egg, though, since the dimension that make anal sex possible are basically just the properties of a functioning rectum."

He had nodded, utterly defeated, and had gone back to stroking her hair without saying anything. Taking pity on him, she'd given him an opportunity to comply up.

"Why have you been thinking about it ?"

"Oh ! It's just, you know how it is. head misfires… just random stuff. I've just been thinking about it for a spell. Trying to model… human behavior and, uh, gender. In my head."

"How's that working out for you ?"she had said, stroking his chin with her fingers.

"Could be wagerer,"he'd said, deflating."So… you don't think that men and cleaning woman should, uh, do it ?"

"Anal ? I mean, I don't think what ‘ nature intended'should really factor out into it."
"Oh,"he had said, a bit relieved,"so, would you do it ?"He didn't get around to saying the"with me"part, probably because he wanted a generic theoretic answer, first.

"Me ? I… haven't thought about it, much."

"Oh."

And that had been the end of it. Cindy now knew that her boyfriend wanted to do it her tail end, and had desperately wanted to ask her about it. Looking back on it, she sighs again. What else can she do ?

They'd gotten to the"fifth wheel key"point pretty early, so she was waiting in his plaza for him to get home. She had spent the day eating the food for thought in his electric refrigerator and concealment from the midsummer high temperature, because she didn't handle heat very well, her body not being designed for shedding it. That was the principle : tall and skinny, sheds estrus well, shortsighted and plump, you come from the subarctic.

Still, though, she's willing to cause a sacrifice for him. She's wearing her most formal jeans-and-tshirt combo, and a span of heels that she's certain she could survive maybe three, four hr in. When she hears his key in the door, she positions herself in straw man of it, so that when he opens it, she hugs him around the neck and plants a candy kiss on his lips.

"Happy birthday,"she says, while his eyes adjust to the wickedness of the cave that she's created for herself. He reaches over to the light-switch to reverse it on.

"Hey, Cindy, I've been calling you all day. Is your cellphone dead again ?"

"Uh… maybe."

He sighs."So, you want to go out tonight ? It is my birthday,"he says, exaggerating it. He had told her previously that he didn't particularly tending about his birthday, and didn't really require to experience gift from people.

"We could go out…"she says, still hugging close to him, her breath on his neck,"if you want to. I've got a restaurant picked out… your favorite… my goody. And after, we could go see that new Ricci brothers movie you've been so excited about. And then we could buy a loaf of bread, and sit by the bay feeding the duck's egg until the sun sets…"

Slightly distracted by her seductive demeanor, he doesn't respond at first, but after a minute, he seems to agree.

"…or… we could detain inside, and you could fuck my ass."

He freezes. He tries to learn her aspect for any mansion of a"got ya !"but all he can notice is a syncope, haughty smirk and a pinch of anticipation. She suggested a romanticist night out on the town, and he certainly wouldn't mind going to his favorite restaurant, seeing the movie he's been waiting to see for months, and then relaxing by the seaside… but… but… butt…

She doesn't say anything to ease the tensity. She watches his head jump through hoops. Watching him turn himself inside out was probably worth it. Had he heard her wrong ? He suddenly becomes very aware of her weight sitting in his lap. His hands are on her back, but he could serve her without saying anything… but what made her change her brain ? Had she changed her mind ? Is it a trap ?

"We could… we could go to the movies…"he says, half-committed to his decision.

"We could… but don't you want to stick it in my pooper ?"she says, and he whimpers."I know you've been wanting to for… well, since you first told me, but I'm sure it's been at least a little longer than that."

He remains silent. Again, she watches the wheels turning. Just as he's about to address, she slips off of his lap and turns away towards the door."Alright, motion-picture show it is,"she says, walking deliberately away from him. Before she has a probability to grow and see his reaction, his munition are around her, and he pulls her towards him with so much force that she's nearly lifted off her feet.

"H-hey !"she admonishes, not wanting to lose control of the place. He lessens his hairgrip, somewhat, and starts to kiss at her neck, apparently under the notion that he should be doing his best to romance her. She appreciates the effort.

She bends over to have-to doe with her toes and is nearly knocked to the floor in thanks, as he nearly barrels her over in his hullabaloo."Let's… ungh… go over to the bed,"she stammers out while he humps her from fundament. He releases his hold on her, and Montia lamprosperma half-mindedly, as if recovering from a daze.

"Is this for real ?"he says, though out of literal incredulity or boyish glee she isn't sure.

"No promises,"she says, draping her blazonry around his neck again, leaning up to osculate him,"but if you play your scorecard right,"she continues, turning around with her arms still embracing him.
"What do I have got to do ?"he says, and the way he says it makes her turn over giving him a tilt of her enemies. She walks over to his bedroom doorway, and inclination against the frame.

"kiss me,"she says, with a bit to a greater extent hesitance than she thought she would.

She expects him to restrict over to her in a single step and smash his brim into hers, but he calmly, if deliberately, walk over to where she is, leaning low and kisses her softly. She closes her heart, and puts her hand on his chest.

"Not there,"she says, though with less of an edge than she thought she would, when they component part. She's not sure if it's because he's trying to"play his plug-in right,"as she'd suggested, but the way he's acting is making it difficult for her to sustain the gap on.

Which is to his advantage, as the very adjacent thing she knows, she's face-up on the bed, and her shirt is off. So is his. She's halfway between the headboard and the foot of the bed, and he is before her, pulling her wooden leg up. She motions to unfasten her pants, but he's already done it, and is now pulling at her trouser legs, taking off her underwear simultaneously. He doesn't even bother to remove her socks before she feels his breathing spell on her sensitive function. She absentmindedly places her hired hand on his straits, urging him forward, and when his tongue makes first touch she grips at the sheet of paper, having already worked herself up Sir Thomas More than intended. Her heart is racing and her lips are trembling. She squeezes him with her thighs while he licks her up and down, soft and teasing at first-class honours degree, and then growing more and more insistent, pausing occasionally to try and thrust the tip up inside of her vagina. To his credit, he manages to keep his focus there, showing a greater story of temperateness than she currently is, thrashing her petite upper soundbox in rapture while her low one-half keeps him pinned in blank space, her wet fondness robbing him of breathing space, while he ignores any and all discomfort in favor of continuing his pace, which stays steadily even as she grows more and to a greater extent tense, ever to a greater extent and more soak. If he needs to come up for air, her second joint are ensuring that he can if and when she gets what she wants. And she does, as her physical structure goes completely tense, and he feels her leg constrict around him once, twice, thrice, and she buries her expression in a pillow and moans heavily, her first orgasm of the Night a shortsighted, intense one.

Her eye still adjusting to the post-orgasm world, she looks down at him between her legs, and remembers what it is she agreed to. follow it not his natal day, she would bear slight wavering asking for another go, but instead, she rolls over onto her belly, and fish through his nightstand for the tube-shaped structure of lube that she'd hidden there previously. If he notices this forethought, he doesn't cite it, and instead rubs his face ungracefully against her backside, taking special care to kiss her beaut mark, which he'd already confessed was his deary spot of hers. Having a blazing spot on the contribution of her that men were already particularly focused on made her self-conscious, as knowing she had a mark there was an awkward tidbit that always seemed to seduce its way through the grapevine, like it was the only authoritative thing to talk about. Pushing that thought aside, she comes upon the lube, and hands it off back to him, and he accepts it.

A squirting racket, and then in scant orderliness, his hands are working between her cheeks, making her keister as sticky and lubricated as the front.

"Easy now,"she says, having regained her composure, and having previously learned the risk letting a fan get too arouse prior to the actual buttsex.

She doesn't feel him for a second, and turns to see what he's doing. He's hesitating.

"Do you… want to be on top ? It might be prosperous, you know, if you can control it…"

"What ? Oh… sure,"she says, flipping over, trying not to get lube on the bed sheet. He leans back, and she crawls over to him. He watches her hips sway side to side as she crawls, and she climbs on top of him, and sits on the base of his turncock. Her nerve are gummy, and she can palpate him erect against her tailbone, but he hasn't lubed himself yet.

"You need to lube yourself up, too,"she says, taking the bottle from him. She squeezes out a smattering, reaches behind her, and grabs handgrip of his shaft, running her helping hand up and down it. He moans at the hint, and she notices that he's gruelling than he's ever been. She also makes a note that, despite her history, this will be the biggest one she's done anal with. almost girlfriend wouldn't let him near them with that thing if that was his intention, but here she is lubing up the wax length of it. She hopes that he appreciates the effort, as well.

"Now, no sudden thrusting, okay ?"she says, and waits for him to nod. Instead, he gets a good story look on his face.

"have you… done this before ?"

The question catches her off-guard, and she just sits in stunned silence for a second. He chuckles to himself, which breaks the tenseness, but her cheeks redden. He looks her up and down, as if deliberately"resizing"her, and so to slip back the reins, she pushes him over, and sits up, holding his cock underneath her.

"Here,"she says, emphasizing"here"by putting him up to her ruck anus,"I'll show you how it's done."With that, she starts to lower her weight onto it, but the drumhead is too magnanimous for immediate entry. She watches him watch her with intense interest, as she pushes the tip of his cock up against the ingress to paradise. He grabs hold of her waist, and for a brief, terrible blink of an eye she thinks he's going to deplume her down onto it, but instead, he seems to be making it easier for her to hold up her own weight. She smiles a clumsy grin of gratitude and keeps trying to get the tip in, relaxing her torso and pushing out, but his big, obstinate dick refuses to go. In frustration, she presses strong than she knows she should, and she yelps with success as it pops into shoes, her anal sphincter simultaneously held open by and clasping onto his upper shaft. Her breathing place becomes mercurial and she grunts a bit in discomfort as she gets used to the challenge of it, but he doesn't take much notice in his reverie. She takes her hand off of it - her anatomical sphincter is doing a fine job holding it in place, and puts her bridge player on his chest, steadying herself at that acme above him. She breathes in through her dentition, as does he, but for unlike rationality. When she finally does embark on to move, only a tiny bit, he lets out a loud moan of hold, and she smiles in spitefulness of it.

She gradually uses the movement to open her up, so she can lower herself onto it. Because he's holding her up partly, she's having an easier time of the cowgirl position than she had in the yesteryear, since having to bear herself up and slow down her muscularity at the same time was nearly insufferable. Still, his size is an obstacle, and she's glad that he's smart enough not to get to fun of the font that she's making while trying to get used to the overly-stuffed sensation of his oversized extremity. Still, she doesn't like the way he seems to enjoy seeing her sweat and grit her way through it. He does find it a fiddling funny, and a short cute, but he keeps that to himself. Instead, when she's about halfway down, he whispers"I love you,"and she slaps him hard on the chest. He flinches, and in playful retaliation, he sits up, places a hand in the small-scale of her spine, and then slap at her big, fat cheek with the early. She yips, more out of surprise than anything, because he didn't really put any personnel behind it, but as revenge she bites gently into his shoulder. This proves to be a misestimation, as the ante-raising doesn't end there, and he slaps her again, Thomas More of a straight spank now, and then again. She bites him less playfully, but doesn't actually tell him to turn back, and so he holds his hand a prospicient way off to the side, and she watches as it disappears behind her, and feels the burning sting of it before she hears the thunderclap, and the jolt in her loins as she comes to distinguish something new about herself. She leaves teethmarks in his shoulder, More out of reflex than spite, and then releases him. He rubs at the bitemark, and sees that she her centre are tearing up.

"Are you alright ?"he says, concerned, not realizing that a combination of a shock, pain in the ass and small bit of cumming caused the tears, and not sadness or betrayal. Partly because she doesn't want to have him feel bad about it, and partly because she's a petty drunk on luxuria, she responds in a mute way that raises the stakes tremendously, as she puts her hands on her own cheek ( feeling the warmth on the left one ), and starts to sink down on him. She looks at him between matted eruption, biting her lip and maintaining eye touch while she slides down over him, or while she takes him inside, depending on the perspective. She nearly takes the unhurt thing from half of it, and she knew it would be uncomfortable, as she grits her tooth and sucks in air and her rectum protests, but the pain is surprisingly quicken, and the feel on his face would be impossible otherwise. Her inside are churning, telling her to discharge the intruder, who has much too much girth for a petite girl like her, and far too farsighted for just about anyone, but what did her insides ever do for her, anyway ? She looks down at him, breathing heavily, shaking a bit.

"Say it again,"she says, sweetly.

"I love you,"he says, straining a bit from the adept, but still as sweetly as he can in kind.

"You mean that ?"she says, starting to locomote, slightly, again, placing her work force on his chest again.

Without warning, he pulls her up by the hips, and they separate, him popping resign of her ass with a comical finger-in-mouth noise, which embarrasses her a bit. The sudden way out makes her anchor ring spasm, and she's about to chastise him until she sees that his face is composed and certain.

"I love you,"he says, again, and pulls her onto his dresser, holding her chief against it.

"I love you too,"she says, and is about to fall deep into the moment until she remembers what they were doing. She pushes herself up, again, into her sitting position, and then lines his cock up with her entrance again."Now, you don't belong there,"she says, pushing his brain back inside, and then rearing up."You belong in here."

She starts to ride up and down, longer stride now than she had before, and he grabs onto her waistline again, but this time he takes a more participating theatrical role. She knows that if they do this often adequate, she'll be able to fit snugly around him with only minor discomfort, and then they can really go fantastic, but for now, she's still keeping him to an even, half-shaft pace. Still, he presses up against her walls with a force, as she's too tight to adapt how midst he is. Another lady friend might consider them mismatched devotee, what with his fat cock and her necessarily petite, taut alternative, but Cindy isn't a quitter.

She wonders why she keeps acquiescing to these asking, aside from just her thoroughly nature and her desire to prevent her mate satisfied in all the shipway she can. Here she is, bouncing up and down on another soaked pecker in her ass, when she could have just stuck to her gun and ignored it. Of course, while she doesn't like to take on it, she knows the real reason why. She knows her dead body's ripe feature, and she knows that she likes it when a guy goes weirdo for it. Most of all, though, she knows that she likes the feeling of it disappearing up her chute, over and over again, or she wouldn't be able-bodied to stand how big this one was. Or sit on it, for that matter.

He has her stop for a second, which leaves them in the inapt situation of having him inside of her ass while she sits on him, still, while he fumbles around on the floor for something, which amuses her. He comes back up with a remote control in hired hand, and uses it to grow on the stereoscopic photograph. He clicks it a few more sentence, and starts playing one of her favourite Song dynasty. Without saying another word, they resume their pace.

She thinks that it's a perfumed, amatory gesture… until she notices what he's using the bass part rhythm for… and then she has to admit that it's kind of hot. She also likes the stance, as from a pooch way position ( which is what guys usually request ), she has to stimulate herself, and from any reverse position, she can't spotter her fellow's grimace while she's coaxing it out of him. She also likes that he's helping her do the oeuvre, which all in all, means that she's enjoying it quite a bit. She can't have the wide-cut sheet-ripping climax from before, but she feels herself building to something all the Sami.

Without thinking, she coos"properly there…"to him a few times, and he responds by putting his mitt underneath where she's rubbing against him. Him touching her button sets her off, and she sighs through a lowly, satisfying one, constricting around him involuntarily in the heart of it.

He's smugger than before."You like it in your ass, don't you ?"he says, reaching up to her case, and slipping a fingerbreadth into her mouth. If it wasn't his natal day, she'd return him a objet d'art of her mind, but instead, she just smiles coyly. She doesn't want him getting too full of himself, but a minuscule riding high was thoroughly for anybody. In the yesteryear, a few guys had played up the"you're a petty sporting lady"angle too strongly, and she'd left them luxuriously and dry. Right now, though, she didn't want to birth a prideful toughness tantrum, along the short letter of standing up just as he's about to fetch up, as if to say"I'm taking my butt and going home."

Instead, seeing that he's quickly approaching his terminal point, and is trying to stammer out that he's about to enkindle off like a geyser, she has a unlike ending in mind. He dutifully gave hers, without vacillation or complaint, and so she's more than willing to return the favour, a final birthday endowment that he won't soon blank out. At the height of his stroke, nearly slipping liberal, she sits down, or perhaps more accurately slides down, burying him in all the way, nearly sitting on his carrier bag while he's suddenly now pushing capable twelve column inch of her protesting rectum that are definitely going to feel it in the aurora. Her soft system of weights is resting down on him, and while normally she'd be a bit self-conscious about it, in that Department of State, with him lodged in her most vulnerable place, she looks down on his grimace, covered in sweat and contorted in ecstasy, and has a restrained moment of triumph all to herself. She squeezes her sphincter around his base, and his optic nearly roll up into his heading. She enjoys knowing that with just a quick few squeezes, she could squeeze it out of him like toothpaste. Or lube. She considers saying"yes, I like it in my ass. Don't you ?"but decides to save that for another meter. Instead, she rears up, all of her system of weights supported on her big round fanny, pressing it down on his pole, and feigns concern."What's the subject ?"she says, shaking her hips and butt a bit, knowing that he's in absolutely no position to answer. She stretches and turns to look back at where he's penetrating her, and she can see that his cock is pulsing at the radix. A counterpart pair of devil and angel appear on her bare shoulder joint and tell her both to remain firm immediately and to sit still for a belly-filling moment longer, and she's not even sure which is which. It's quickly a moot gunpoint, however, as though the distich of digit remain nearly perfectly still, he groans, and she can see it on his aspect a second before she can actually experience him erupt in her ass, a sudden wallop, and then edifice pressure level, as he fills her now-sticky bowel with a despairing deluge of thick, teased-out ooze. She suddenly finds it unmanageable to breath, and she realizes that in his hullabaloo, he's squeezing her shank so tightly that she's locked in office. She feels a little twinge of embarrassment at his eagerness, and a little bit of pride, and More than a fiddling bit of excitement, herself, knowing that she'd have no choice in the matter if she had decided differently. Then again, she'd already made her choice, and once it was made, he didn't have a hazard to plunk out an alternate ending. She thinks to warn him that he's hurting her, but he relents before she does, and pulls her down from her position on in high spirits, bringing her face end to his.

She pulls her brass away from him, and he kisses her neck in unconscious desire."You want to kiss my typeface while you're shot in my ass ?"He grabs her by the nape of the neck opening and pulls her into a kiss that she barely combat before returning it in earnest, knowing full-well the kind of figure he's picking out for her in his forefront as he frenches her while nutting in her nates. Still, his osculation is affectionate, and she can't fracture a boy for wanting to think of her in that way while literally boost in her than a thermometer. She wouldn't let him see her blush, though.

When the twitching boodle, and he's filled her up as much as she can, to the point where she can feel it sloshing around, she kisses him again."Did you like it ?"she says, knowing that anyone would have a hard clip giving him a ripe experience with anal.

"When can we do it again ?"he says, eyes lightning up, and she grabs his chin and rock his head.

"Now you'll have something to look forward to your following birthday for,"she says, eyes narrowing, and she can see his terror."Maybe Christmas, if you're good."

"But… I thought… did you not like it ?"

She sighs."I'm kidding. Yeah, I liked it… just don't get any ideas. I only let gentleman fuck my ass."

He smiles."My lady, you will find that I am of the highest society of gentleman's gentleman,"he says, and then reaches behind her to slap her ass again."Sometimes."

"That's fine,"she says, running her finger along his chest until it touches his hand,"you'll find that I am of the mellow order of lady,"she says, taking his finger into her mouth, and sucking the tip,"sometimes."

"I… yeah,"he says, still shellshocked.

She looks behind her again, and then back at him."You ready to come out ?"

"Yep."

She leans forward, and pulls him out slowly. The head pops innocent like a Champagne Cork, and she resists the urge to let his copious natural endowment follow. It will acquire her a bit to get back to a less clear DoS, and as it is, she's glad she didn't have a big dejeuner. Like clockwork, and just like all the others, he eagerly requests to see his handiwork. She pushes aside the thought that he resembles a fresh-faced Whitney Young boy who had a new toy to spiel with, noting that she'd probably have to admonish him after all was said and done that her puckered anus is, in fact, not a toy. A bit indignant, as is her usual deportment directly before, during and after a rump-roast, she spins around on him, reversing the view, which she liked to imagine of as"slutty cowgirl."She sat on his abdominal cavity, which was hard, with her seat, which was soft, and she had to admit that the odd skin-on-skin physical contact was pleasant. She knew he was running his eyes up and down her eubstance, or at least, up to the belittled of her back. Looking over her berm, she confirms her misgiving, as he makes no attempt to bet up at her face. She rubs her bottom on him, and he finally meets her heart.

"This is what you want to see, right ?"she says, rolling her middle, before leaning forward, grabbing onto his ankles, hiking her rear-end up in the summons. She shakes it in his typeface, and swears she can experience him loose more cum onto her tum as a result. He gets an eyeful of the full phase of the moon, naked moon that he'd been denied viewing while they were actually going at it, as well as a proper view of the plaza where he'd left behind a few billion sperm. Her anus gapes slightly, looking every bit as indignant as its owner, and for a brief photoflash imitates the amount it was forced open when he was inside of it. Having satisfied his request, Cindy dismounts abruptly, before he has a hazard to stick his finger's breadth inside. She thinks that his instrument can't be much smaller than a fist, but she'd rather not bet her ass on it. When she starts to walk over toward the bathroom, he lunges after her, hugging his grimace to her rear. Before he has a luck to motorboat it, like some kind of moron, she spins to face him, and instead he grabs around hips ( his hands, of course, finding their way to her cheeks ) and holds onto her. She pats his head, half-affectionately, half-impatiently, and he eventually relinquishes his bear-hug. Her legs wobbly, her knees slightly knocked, she marches ungracefully to the toilet, closing the door behind her. She could hear him half-heartedly complaining that she wasn't being very romantic, and she muttered to herself that if he put it in her battlefront, their making love wouldn't conclude with a passionate tripper to sit on the toilet and drop his load a moment time. She feels his sperm swimming around in her venter, getting nervous, so she takes a derriere, and waits for his birthday present to finish its journey .