She sighed then, and looked at her first-born."Jonathan," she said, then smiled at the slight confusion on her daughter's face. "His name was Jonathan... My son." You had a son?" Jackie whispered. "Where is he now?" The brief serenity vanished from her mother's face now. She looked sad and broken."He's probably dead," she said, her voice flat and emotionless. "My darling step-daughter probably killed him when she nuked Nashville."Jackie didn't know what to say. A girl can only apologize so many. His tongue playing with my lips, then the other lips, the nipples. His hands gripping my ass tight while I sat on the counter, him buried deep inside me, coming deep inside me.Home, shower as cold as possible. I stepped out of the memories only to realize that I had missed my stop. This had never happened before and I pressed the button, grabbed my bag and squeezed past the other commuters.What was happening to me? We had fucked nearly the whole weekend but I was horny as fuck – again. Or. For the first time since I'd been up there I noticed a guy with a camcorder, recording this for replay at future parties. I wanted nothing more than to run up the stairs and hide, but I was frozen in place. The bidding for my panties started at 20 dollars and there were no takers. He dropped the bid to 10 and finally to 5 before someone spoke up. Once the initial bid was made it moved quickly back toward the 20 dollar mark. It stalled twice, once at 19 and then again at 23. It moved again. He cleared the tall grass and came near me. He kneeled down in front of me and touched my shoes, he slowly brought his hand up running his palms through my legs, went inside my skirt. He slowly pulled my panty down and got it off me. He lifted my skirt and kissed my vagina. He spread my vagina and ran his tongue through the spread area.He asked me to sit down, I did. He lies down and started running the grass blades near my vagina. The old man meanwhile unbuttoned my shirt and took my shirt.