My hand brushed hers and made a slow, deliberate ascension along her forearm and passed her elbow where my fingertips could grace to the soft parts of...her flesh where the joints met. Cupping her shoulder I dared the first kiss and drank of her lips as if they were ripened fruit. My breath failed me as if being expelled to make room for the passion that was swelling within me. When she returned the kiss I was filled with her breath, exchanged for my own and we collided as one. Her hands on me. He kissed the top of her thighs. He was getting closer to his goal as he kissed the inside of her thighs.Finally, he raised his head so that he could take a good look at the hairless pussy and then ever so slowly lowered his face until his tongue slipped through her slit.“Oh yessssssss,” she hissed and spread her legs wider if that was possible.He felt her hands on his head, guiding him to where she wanted or needed the most attention. He licked, sucked and nibbled her wet lips and juicy folds. "When you hit puberty."I loved my life. It was full of laughing and games. My sisters and I ran through endless fields of flowers, swam in cool pools of water, playing silly games. At noon, we would have our lessons, learning about the world outside the field.Our father was a great man. The Ghost of Paris. He loved all our mothers so much that he made my sisters and I. But the evil Mark and Mary killed him and sent him to a terrible place. I cried the first time I learned this, and then I was. I just need some leather and wire to make some restraints. I also put two dead bolts on the door that required a key to open it on either side. One on the top of t he door and one on the bottom. Mostly to support the door if she was to get loose and try and break it down.I also managed to scrounge up some other materials laying about. I was able to find some old unused fishing line and weights to use, as well as as some wood and eye bolts among another things.Sitting and thinking some more.