"Are you sure, River?" No, it is too cold," Henri whimpered."It will be cold," the girl said. "The river is not in a mood to warmeither of us. It real...y doesn't want to do this, but has agreed to try.Now get in and wade out here to me."The girl was nearly in the middle of the river now, having waded furtherout. The water was just under her breasts. Henri took a step in, thenstepped back. Night growled, and Henri stepped back in, feeling the coldwould be less painful than a wolf attack. He. Sally's eyes filled with tears of joy. She walked out of his room and into hers. Glancing around, she realized that her bed was still made from the night before. She wondered if her parents had checked her room last night. If they had, she thought, they would know that she had slept with her brother, or at least not in her own bed.Deciding that what's done is done and there was nothing she could do, she pulled her nightshirt off and went to shower.After completing her morning ritual, she. In the end, just like our friend in her story, I up’d my game. And continue to! Not out of intimidation or jealousy, but desire. It wasn’t necessarily planned. I don’t know if it’s her “oh, oh” face, the way her body tremors, the way her pussy gushes, or just the way she looks at me after orgasming several times. I just find myself with the desire to try to provide her with an incredible fuck every time I, or anyone else, touch her. It’s amazing the little tips and tricks you pick up. Where he could plow and fertilize hergarden.Wandering past Abigail's bedroom, she set aside her idea of leaving himvia a divorce. Deciding instead that she now had a new mission in life,she was going to stay and make his life a living hell. She would enjoywatching him deal with the realities of being nothing more than a sexobject. She was looking forward to watching his reactions as he comesto grips with life as a woman and finding it is not going to be allrainbows and unicorns.When Abigail.