After posting the last story I've been contacted by some guys in the area that also knew her and had some great experiences with her, their encounters...need to be shared. The first is from a young man that helped Leah move in when she returned from Arizona in 2010 with her new boyfriend. He explained that she had lived on the ranch before back in the 90's and had done some crazy shit back then in front of him and his friends who worshiped her. Story #1. Leah would always come into town wearing. I would have Amber's calves and feet,Stephanie's thighs, Jessica's pussy and ass, Amy's stomach and chest (Istill remember seeing her in a bikini--wow--although her face needed apaper sack over it, her torso was amazing), and then I picked severalgirls and cut out small pieces and made a hood so I wouldn't look likeanyone person. It was held together with tape and staples. I laid on thebed and thought about the woman I would become if they all had sex onFriday night and naked, I explored my. We feel a great need and longing to share ourselves with each other. We frantically try to help each other from the confines of the saran wrap. Once free from the wrap, I pull you close and kiss you tenderly but with a passion only you could understand. As we break from our kiss I can hardly speak. Words try to come out only to sound mumbled. I finally gain composure so I can tell you I have another surprise in store for you. I ask you to be patient and to keep those thoughts as I go into the. Yeah I know those voids don't last that long but try telling an addict like me. I became grateful for the old "classics", re-reading my favorite stories kept the walls of the void from closing in.Every night, like my poor fellow addicted kinsmen, I could be found at my computer gleaning through new stories. We are constantly searching for that new "classic", always hoping to find one, bringing relief to the drought of many disappointing nights.An idea for a new story came to mind and I thought.