Finding Our Way
Chapter Two: Experimentation
The first thing Sharon noticed when she got home from school was the happy look on her mother's face and the gleam in her eyes. The next thing was the bouquet of long-stemmed, red roses. Despite being only thirteen, it wasn't hard for Sharon to connect the two, and to realize that there was just one missing ingredient--the man.
"You've got a boy
"I would say we've been caught." Marilyn smiled.
Sally, looking up at Donny, giggled cutely.
Donny didn't know what to make of this. He stood at the glass doors forsome time looking at his mother and Sally as they sat in the hot tub,the water up to their necks. His surprise though, was pleasant.
"Caught?" he asked. "Mom, what are you ta
When Sally returned, both Marilyn and Donny were dressed.
As had been his habit during the hotter days, Donny wore his shorts.Marilyn liked that, because there was always the possibility the head ofhis cock would sneak into view. She had selected a wrap-around skirt andcotton blouse. She felt deliciously naked under it, having deliberatelyleft her panties and bra off. Th
Later that afternoon while the sun was still high, Marilyn and Donnyrode their bicycles through the pines.
It was something they had done often shortly after her divorce. Theyhadn't done it much lately but today the wonders of nature drew theminto the woods.
Donny still wore his shorts, but Marilyn had put on a short tennis-typedress and blouse. Beneath the skirt sh
The water was slightly above 100 degrees Fahrenheit.
She sat in it to her neck, feeling the sensual heat wash about her.Leaning her head back on the deck, her arms up, Marilyn sighed inpleasure.
Around her were the tall pines and the green, rolling hills. There waseven a small stream a few yards away. Birds chirped and sang in the tre
CHAPTER ONE"You look hypnotized," Pat said.
She smiled at him. He was damn cute. He was also very young. She had picked him up in a fast-food joint near the office. She'd had her eye on him for weeks and now here she was with him in a motel room, her tits uncovered to his hot eyes, his cock out of his pants, big and swollen and his prick-tip dripping. This was ju
"He's my client," hands crashed down upon the mahogany desk, hard enough to cause the decorative knick knacks that littered it to jump up and settled down again a few centimeters farther left. John just looked calmly at her, grey eyes impassive, hands fold
This story is about a missionary family who travel to a far away jungle tribe and become embedded in their ritual called Nite Of The Pigs. The women (Mom, and 2 daughters) are subdued, and offered as sacrifice to the wild boar hog gods, and even more than that happens for sure!!
Nite Of The Pigs:
It was noon and, except for the continuous soft purr of the refrigeratorand an occasional drip from the bathroom faucet, the house was quiet.
Arlene was alone. Her son and daughter would be at Washington HighSchool until midafternoon. At six her husband would arrive home fromwork. These next precious hours she had
Mandy Todd stretched her long, slender body on the huge towel, the hot
sand beneath her. She rested her face on crossed arms, her smoldering
eyes hidden behind dark glasses. Her rich auburn hair moved lazily in
the slight breeze coming off the ocean.