Was... Steven Porter. You had just gone to sleep last night, just finished with the last day of high school. You were a senior, but you have yet to ha...e a girlfriend, or unfortunately,ever gone past a little innocent kissing. You had expected to finally see some action in college, but you had the whole summer ahead of you before that. Now though, you are in a strange... forest, it seems, for no apparent reason.You start getting up, and although you normally would be drowsy, slowly getting up,. I replied back that I was but it was not the same as to having her taking care of me. She said it was not fair to me having to have to stroke my cock off while she had a toy that felt good deep in her pussy and that is was about the same size of my cock and that she could do any and everything she wanted with it even suck on it as if it was my cock. I was going nuts and all of a sudden she said I need to let you go so I can go to the bedroom and take care of her wet throbbing pussy. I stopped. She counted the tiles on the floor, hummed herself songs and even tried to masturbate. The lack of stimulation made it difficult to avoid the thoughts and emotions she had been trying to keep out for over a decade, and soon after they took hold she found herself staring into space with no concept of how much time had passed. Patrick continued this torture for a week.Violet hadn't spoken at all on the second day – perhaps she thought that would be the key to her release. So Patrick was surprised. Then I closedthe box exactly the same.As I was starting to reach for the doorknob to Liz's room Mom calledout, "I'm going next door to Doreen's for a few minutes. Liz, keep aneye on your brother." I heard the door close.Before I could touch the knob the door jerked open."What luck!" Liz screeched as she pulled me into her room. "Mom andDoreen never shut up, she'll be gone for at least an hour, maybe more." So," I asked, "what are we going to do?" Well, little sis," Liz grinned, "Mom still.