Today, Ali wore a loose fitting light blue blouse showing a glimpse of her breasts with a grey mid-thigh dark skirt with a slit in the front. She had ...n black stockings and black high heels. She was sitting comfortably in one of the two office chairs facing her mistress’s desk. “Sit down, my slave,” her mistress commanded. Sarah was taken aback by the use of the word “slave” in front of Ali. Her mistress smiled as if she was reading Sarah’s thoughts. “You might wonder why Ali is here,” her. The car is locked, and the tinted windows do pretty much block the view of anyone happening by. Abbie giggles as Tim wiggles out of his trousers, and she takes her panties off. The blanket they laid on in the National Forest is now a cover for them. They rub together for a bit allowing the friction to get them both excited. Their car is at the front of the boat, so the view ahead of them is that vast darkness. Tim, holding Abbie in his arms as they both pause at the magnificence before them.. To be honest, even as I type this, I have found that my eyebrows are knitted in disgust thinking about them. To my mind, naming their children as they have was phenomenally unwise because in most sectors of society such names will prove to be liabilities to the children’s efforts to get ahead in life. The reason that they will be liabilities is because most of us feel that these names are in extremely poor taste and we wonder what sort of people would label themselves in this way. In thinking. I saw that she was still raw and youthful. I knew that though she was still a child, but was sure I wouldn’t be able to get to fuck her easily. Hence, I decided to play with her and later trick her into the bed. I hadn’t formulated any proper strategy of how I was going to do this, hence decided to follow my instincts. We had just returned from the airfield, when my mother suddenly burst out crying. She fell into my arms weeping on my shoulders. Pulling her closer to myself I started caressing.