That sounds a lot like homework.”“Well, why did you read those Harry Potter books when they came out?”“They were interesting and fun. I wanted...to see what happened next, so I kept reading each book when it came out.”“So did you pass the test in school on Harry Potter?”His sister giggled and said, “No, silly, we didn’t have a test on Harry Potter. I read it cause it was fun.”“Well, that’s why I’m reading this,” he wiggled the book. “I’m reading this, ‘cause to me it’s fun.” Tim looked down at. She pushed my head down, dragged her heels up my back and behind my head and then pulled me towards her. "Don’t be coy, have a good smell of me." I didn’t hesitate to breathe in her aroma, since Marisa was still damp, excited, and willing! I bounced my nose against the wet crotch panel of her underwear, and as I did Marisa gave out a little grunt. She asked, "Want some more of that?" as she released me, sliding her legs down my back again as I stood up. "Heck, yeah!" was my instant reply. . It was an awfully great substitute for penis, but it wasn't 98.6 degrees of man tube.Also, it didn't have the same climax, that wonderfully filling climax as his seed, his wondrously hot essence, fills your inner core with the possibility of creating a beautiful child. I miss that so much!I got up in the middle of the night to 'shed a tear'. Then, after wiping and touching myself for a few moments, I drifted toward each of my children's bedrooms, observing through the open doors their sleeping. “Tell me, Ms. Rutledge, how did you end up out here, in the middle of nowhere?”“I grew up in Chicago, Mr. Reynolds. The only trees or animals were in parks and zoos. Then in high school, I saw an earth day presentation. That’s when I decided to go into forestry.”“And you’ve interned up here for two years? You must like the area.”“Yes, it’s quiet, and Mr. Wilcox is teaching me all about the forest.”“That’s interesting, from what the sheriff told me, he seems to be a bit out of place around.