The tree is gone now and the river runs murky.How I loved the sound of my name on his lips. "Arabella," he whispered, his voice carrying on a gust of ...ummer breeze. Sometimes I think I hear him say it, a soft caress on the shell of my ear. That night, he stroked my senses with my name, murmuring as he took me to that secret place.Bryden, so dark and tall, laid me upon the ground. His hands ran the length of my body, grazing my curves over the thin, soft cotton until he found the laces that held. I looked at Aunt Sheen with a beseeching look, trying to make her realize that she had unfinished business. She smiled and nodded at me, looking at her watch. I figured she wanted me to wait for a while.I was staring out of the window, watching the greenery flash by in the afternoon sun when I felt Aunt Sheen open my fly again. I turned around with a shocked expression to see Aunt Sheen with a naughty smile on her face. I looked over and sighed aloud when I saw the old lady was now fast asleep. I can just talk with my father. If I ask him, he'll give you permission. I just have two conditions."Val looked confused and asked, "And who are you and your father? How could he give us permission, so we won't get in trouble?"Still acting as if the conversation was boring, the girl said, "Funny we've been in the same school for several years, and you still don't know my name. Okay then. I'm Samantha Simms. My father is the governor, and my uncle is actually the President of this country. So I. It's like your just begging me to rape you."I tickled one nipple with the tip of my tongue while pinching the other one, Hard!"You ugly! Fat! Bastard! Get the fuck off! me."She couldn't move, though. Not with my sizable bulk pinning her down."I only just noticed lately, mom, but you are one super fit MILF... I wonder what you taste like? Lizzie tasted like pork, you know..."Then I released my Johnsen, pinned mom in the right position and began to SkullFuck her into the couch. This gave me a.