She seemed perfectly content for him to feed her; he seemed content to do so.I sat back and took a good look at her. I could see some similarities wit... me. The hair was the most striking. It came halfway down her back, clean and silky. Someone had recently spent a lot of time on it. It was a beautiful, light blond, just like mine used to be before it started getting darker. I thought back to a time when I was her age, maybe a little older. Every once in a while, usually on a Saturday, we'd have. Sue said Jane is getting some looks off the locals with her tiny bikini on but she is loving the attention. I said to Jim who I was talking to that Jane will break some hearts when she is older, he looked at her and said deffo mate she is stunning. thanks Jim.Sue and I were telling Jane to be carful out there cos she will get loads of men coming on to her but she must not go alone with anyone cos it could end up getting nasty? Jane said she will be safe and not to worry. on the night time we. The mutants outside the walls started to retreat to their lairs to wait for the next drop of darkness to come out, hunting. As the birds started to tweet John, the mayor and leader of the village’s cult-like religion emerged from his hut. He was a plump, middle aged man with grey hair. He was the founder of the Treeminder’s religion and believed that this perfect paradise was created by a tall oak tree within the centre of the village. At first, people thought he was insane until finally each. I, still outside the bedroom on the living room couch, just stare at their joined, horizontal position. I am hurt, jealous, and want Jon to leave. From the moment he took her hand, Christine submitted willingly to his desires. Would she have done the same for me?At the same time, my excitement of how Christine swayed, moaned, and reached orgasm under Jon’s thrusting tongue has tempered my angry emotions. The erotic vision won’t leave my mind.After a minute or so, John puts his hands on Chris’.