.. if only they knew.When Susanna was younger she liked to play out little scenes in her imagination. Mostly they were the kinds of things every girl ...magines: tossing her head in the wind as her gorgeous palomino mare rocked across an open grassland; the mysterious dark-haired man who would catch up to her on his wild bay stallion and ride laughing alongside. Princes and castles and sometimes even babies. She also liked to imagine other things, though. The strange dark man who took her away. Realizing that my mouth was parched, I carefully got up and padded naked to the kitchen. It was unseasonably warm for May, but still a bit of gooseflesh pleasantly prickled my skin as I poured myself a glass of water and busied myself with putting on coffee. I looked at the time—just after seven in the morning. Early for me on a Saturday; almost certainly early for someone like Adam, and when I went back to the bedroom and leaned on the doorjamb, looking down at him, he hadn't stirred at all.I. I could make excuses for the first canoe trip in my denim shorts, but now two years later my moral concerns,... have vanished. I have masturbated quietly on many occasions just thinking about my endeavors while absorbing his lustful non resistant reactions. My initial idea has now molded into an obsession for me... clearly stepping above and beyond a mothers duties... with no regret. I'm fascinated by his ability to separate himself from the relationship we have, to suffice his sexual needs.I. I also took the opportunity to grab one of Stacey's feet and began to feverishly suck and kick all over her moist sexy stinky foot again. Stacey was grunting and groaning obscenities as Lindsey and me gave this big sexy girl what she needed, Lindsey then stopped me whilst I was still inside Stacey and told her to push the banana out of her arse. Then big yellow fruit slowly emerged till it hung halfway out of her stretched out anus as Stacey strained hard, Lindsey grinned evilly as she.