“It’s like Mary Shelly and Edgar Allen Poe had a love child, and then forgot to hug her!”“You just described Viola,” added Jill with a smirk...“Well, these are all signed V. V. But this paper looks old. Like, too old to be her. Maybe her weird aunt?”“Great aunt, more like. That first one sounded like world war era stuff,” Sasha mused.“Huh? Who’s that, Dawn?” Britney asked, confused. “I don’t’ get it.”“Mary Shelly?” Hayley answered, briefly looking up from her book. “She wrote Frankenstein.”“Oh,. There is no one else. I really don't want to lose you too." What about Grandpa and Grandma?" Well, from you Mom's letter I understand they actually gave up on me as part of the family many years ago. They only need me because I'm rich and they — like your no good Uncle Tim — like their early retirement and living on my earnings. That is going to stop, and from that minute I'll be a piece of nothing for them the way I was when I was younger." Daddy, do you want me to grow up with no one but you?. But at the same time, he'd start to wonder- "what would it feel like to BE the girl? To take that monster dick in my mouth or ass?"John was on the skinny side, taller than his wife, but not much bigger. Tiffany, 29, was a beautiful brunette with medium-sized breasts and an amazing ass. And she knew it, so she constantly wore skimpy, sexy panties. So there John was, two weeks ago, looking at porn while his wife was away. He didn't expect her to be home for a long time, so he had gotten into her. They were heading west fora new start like so many others."Unlike so many others, they'd gotten a late start and were in a rush tostake their claim. A freak storm caught them here where they were advisedto stay until the river went receded. But they were anxious to be ontheir way. Time was land, you know. The father decided he'd found a placewhere they could safely ford the swollen water and despite the warningsof others who could be presumed to know better, he attempted thecrossing. Hope.