'Spring' may very well see her whole existence as a lie.She saw 'Dawn' as weak and inferior because she had given up and crawled into a hole and hidde... rather than face her life, when the opposite was actually true. Yes, Dawn had hidden, but not as an escape; her hiding had been a way of preserving the truth and living to fight another day. I couldn't help but wonder if the wall Spring had put up around 'Dawn' – the one that kept her isolated, safe, and locked into the image of the little girl. Leslie just nodded.“It’s this way every summer,” she told her neighbor of six weeks. “I have two months of peace. Jenny spends four months bitching about having to go and four months bitching about having gone. I get a couple of months quiet in the winter and a couple of months in the summer. That’s it.”Brock joined her laughter.“I only got six weeks of it,” he said with a smile. “I’m glad I don’t have to worry about things like that.”This brought Leslie to one of the reasons she was sitting on. Kathleen lying in bed, her legs spread wide as she slaps the lips of her pussy before slipping two fingers inside. The most devilish of all smiles crosses my face. My cock is instantly hard with desire. Looking on, I fully take in the sight of my wife’s decadence. Kathleen completely naked, her milky white skin, glowing in the light coming in through the open windows. The cool afternoon air hardens her nipples to stiff peaks, demanding the attention of a man. Her auburn hair is cut short. she. Jenny joined us from time to time after that, but after some weeks, she phoned to say that she couldn’t be with us any more, as her husband was starting to ask questions about the amount fo time that she was spending “out with friends”. Susan and I continued to fuck, just as often, but we did miss the eroticism and excitement of the third person. One afternoon, when I was off work, and while Susan was out, I was fucking Jane for the first time since she had come back from college at the end of.