Duncan and Seamus came to see me early the next morning at Mount Sterling. I was a bit surprised to see the two of them together. Duncan appeared to b... in a very serious mood.“We need to talk about turkeys,” Seamus said to start things.“What about them?” I asked.“The turkey is held in great reverence by the Cherokee,” Duncan stated. “Whenever one is killed, whether for its meat or its feathers, there are ceremonies that must be performed. The Cherokee believe that the turkey communicates our. I finally decided to flex my creative muscle a bit and become a moreactive member of the community here on FM. I have much bigger plans thanthis, actually. This was merely a side-though while developing a muchlarger literary concept. A driving theme to all my works that will beposted here. But my overarching idea isn't TG in and of itself, so I feltit was more respectful of your community to start out with more run-of-the-mill bits of drabbling wank-fic. ‘Does that feel good Mary, my finger fucking your little love hole? Tell me how you like it baby.’ his voice is soothing as I focus on his finger pushing in me. I lean back against his body, opening my legs wider and pushing against his finger. He inserts a second finger into my tight opening, stretching me open further, I continue to grind my pelvis against them urging his digits deeper into me.‘Come sit on the desk for me.’ He pushes me off his lap, gesturing where he wants me to sit perched. THEY WERE RENTING A ROOM IN MY PARENTS HOUSE, HE WAS AT WORK PRETTY MUCH THE WHOLE DAY, AND WHEN HE WAS NOT AT WORK, HE WAS HANGING OUT WITH FRIENDS DRINKING AT THE BAR AROUND THE CORNER FROM WHERE WE LIVEDSHE WAS MOST OF THE TIME HOME, SHE HAD A PART-TIME IN THE AFTERNOONS AND ON HER DAYS OFF WHEN SHE WAS HOME SHE WOULD SPEND HER AFTERNOONS IN THEIR ROOM WATCHING TV OR LISTENING MUSIC, WE WOULD JUST GREET AND THAT'S HOW MUCH WE WOULD TALKMY PARENTS WORKED AND WOULD GET HOME LATE EVERYDAYI WAS.