It had taken them almost an hour to get here, bypassing several trapped corridors in the process.“So you threw it in the lake,” Mike said, “and ...hen froze the whole thing.”“I did.” Ratu was holding a stack of golden disks in her hands. They were all roughly the size of a vinyl record. “I was worried that Emily would eventually snap and come for the artifact herself.”“Still seems like overkill.” Mike looked at the others. Tink stood by his side, followed by Abella (who had insisted on coming). She had gone from a sexually frustrated, childless housewife to a well fucked, well-loved grandmother in a house with three generations of ‘family’. How much there was to her life and how much yet to come (double entendre intended)!In the spring Becky got an email from her youngest sister Sarah who had just turned seventeen. When Sarah had visited the farm with their family she noticed how happy her big sister was. Now she wanted to spend the summer with her to get away from her rather rigid. He pressed his cock harder between her thighs and stroked her back. “I saw the show here.”She looked down and said, “You did”“Yeah. It was good. Real good.”She was clearly embarrassed. She hadn’t seen her father in two years, and when she did see him, there she was–working in a live sex club. The last time he had seen her, she wasn’t a “harlot”; now–she was a paid sex performer.“I … I don’t know what to. Dr. Jones puts his folder on his desk and wheels his chair towards JC who’s waiting on the table. Dr. Jones asks JC to sit-up so he could listen to her heart, then telling her to take deep breaths. He places his stethoscope under her gown to her chest, satisfied, he puts the stethoscope back in his lab coat pocket. “JC, I am going to examine your breasts for any abnormalities. Is that ok?,” he asks. “Yes, that will be fine,” and Dr. Jones lifts up the front of her gown exposing her 34C breasts..