Who would notice the arcane intricacies in the relationship between her cheekbones and the curvature of her jaw? It didn’t matter whether or not she...noticed. It was just something that needed doing the way chopping onions for dinner needed doing. She kept staring ahead, still talking as much to herself as him, but then she stopped short and grabbed him by the shoulders. Even though he was much broader and taller, he nearly dropped the folded beach chairs in each of his hands. She looked up at. "I..."Marcie was burning, literally burning up with fuck-lust for this young stud. They had walked behind the garage to a small shack her Uncle Jack had built years ago. There was a small bed in it and a few chairs--a kind of guest house nobody used. Byron closed the door, slipping a worn leather strap over a nail. The girl could hear the sounds of crickets chirping all around her while the moonlight filtered through the many cracks in the walls."Now we're gonna find out why you really came out. It was still too low to hear correctly. She removed her finger from her tender lips very slowly, her lips seductively encircling her finger as she eased it from her lips, and spreading her legs a little farther, making that sexy sound again. I looked directly between her legs, seeing her distended lips glistening with her sexual desire, and viewed her finger trailing its way to her moistened spot of hunger. As her finger reached her ravishing wet pussy, she started to rhythmically slide her. She was a beautiful girl in a blue and white dress. She had pale white skin and long blonde hair, the sort of girl he sometimes daydreamed he would marry some day. Of course, he kept that kind of daydreaming to himself. The girls in his neighborhood certainly didn’t know. He was more likely to pull their pigtails or throw a stick at them than say hello. He watched the little girl fall down the hole for a long time, into a bizarre world with talking animals and words that rhymed. The family.