Another two minutes passed. ‘I’m Hannah, by the way.’ He looked away into the trees, turning his head as far away as possible from her. ‘Bill....�� She decided not to try and start another conversation for the rest of the walk. * * * ‘The Land’ was nearly a day’s walk away. Or at least in daylight terms, during the winter the days were short and fleeting, the sun would rise at nine and set at four. So she had a poor idea of what time it was when they came across the acreage, a good twenty or so. I was in college at the time. It was my senior year. I met a girl at a fraternity party who (for the sake of anonymity) had a name that started with ‘M’. She was 2 years younger than me, and I could tell she was pleasantly plump. By no means obese, but a bigger girl yet with curves in the right places. She was with a girl who had a rare skin disorder in which her pigmentation became very splotchy from the merest exposure to the sun. It was impossible for M’s friend to avoid this condition even. I put my tongue in her navel. She had a big navel. I played with her navel for 5 minutes. Then I went to fridge and took an ice cream. I poured the ice cream in her navel. I sucked the ice cream from her navel using a straw. She requested me to fuck her. she had a shaven pussy. I inserted my cock into her pussy. It was tight. I started to fuck her hard. she moaned “ahhhhhhhhhhhh. ohhhhhhhhhhh come on fuck me hard, I am u re slave”. These words made me mad and I fucked my sexy teacher more. Bob Cratchitt. Cratchitt was our one and only clerk as we did much of our work ourselves. Bob received a reasonable wage and really was a valued employee. There was just one little thing I didn't know about him. For some reason, he hated my guts and thought the world of Jacob Marley.Elizabeth Scrooge, my wife of twenty years and the mother of my two children. She looked younger than me and was very flirty. She enjoyed sex but we had stopped having it so often for some reason.Mary Cratchitt..