The teen turned, putting a hand on each arm of the chair. Leaning over, his face was now inches from hers. “My dad owns the company.”Comprehension...came over her face, “Ok, but...”“I’ll text you our address and you can come by later. I’ll make some introductions.” He glanced at Liz’s still open wallet, “Looks like you could use all the help you can get.”Before she could respond, he continued, “You can swing round after seven. Bring your son if you want”, he pointed to the teenager pacing in the. The sexual fluids start to drip from her vagina, flowing salaciously past her vulva and dropping down to the grasses and soil beneath her, feeding the age-old plant with her feminine moisture. Her mouth drools with the unrecognized pleasure and her eyelids flutter as tears of final remembrance pass before her inner eye.Morus understands her now, just as it has experienced so many others before her. Men and women. Young and old. Cruel and kind. It knows them well. And it uses them as it. “I’ll get us something on the stove and get a fire going again,” he said. He got out of bed, pulled on a sweatsuit that served as pajamas in the cooler cabin, and disappeared. I heard some thumping, some shuffling, waited, then he showed back up.“Fire’s building. Here’s a glass of water and your pills.”Yeah – anti-inflammatories and a mild pain-killer. My backpack held the OTHER pill, the one that would hold us away from parenthood for a while.“Thank you,” I said.“You’re welcome. How’s the. Very good said their teacher. The second girl went up to her and did the same as the boy before her only she did more than one stroke through her slit. It went on and on like that each student doing just that little bit more until the last student got to her. At this point she was ready to scream in frustration because every one of them was getting her to a point just shy of an orgasm but not quite there, despite the whimpers and gyrations she was making. The last boy on the other hand was.