" It doesn't matter. Look at the moon. You know what it means when it gets full like that? It means there's nowhere else to go. Once it's full it can'... get no fuller. That's all there is." She kissed him, tasting the liquor fire in his mouth. Her tongue darted against his. She wondered if he'd ever had a real kiss before. He was handsome, but he'd always been such a shy, bashful child that it would take an awfully determined mountain girl to get a kiss out of him. They lingered like this for a. So one night we decided to go for it since father was again out and the next two days were holidays. Mother normally serves us tea in the evening in my room around 5. As soon as we were back from school Friday afternoon, as per our plan, we got nude and masturbated each other and shot our semen on our bellies. Then without wiping it off, we pretended to sleep. Sharp at five, my mother came in with the tea. She must have been shocked by what she saw. Her son and his friend, with each others’. As the man stood on the balls of his feet, the constable directed the deckhands to wrap his body in other light chains that had small wires affixed to them, not unlike barbed wire. These chains were drawn tightly so that with each movement, the sharp wires scratched and abraded his skin. Tink felt stirrings inside her that made her gasp in shock and horror, but also in pleasure and a sexual tension that threatened to make her orgasm just watching the man’s predicament. Tink worried over how. A wood nymph with a camera." How did you come across me?" she asked."I was tracking a fox." Oh, I saw him. He passed in front of me ... I have some pictures ... and then he went up the hill, past where the deer was. You know, you should be shooting things with this..." she picked up her camera... "and not that... " gesturing toward my bow."Well, the pelts bring in a lot of money." Hell, my photos bring in a lot of money. I'll bet I can sell that one fawn picture for ... well, more money than.