She liked the character; she liked the show; she liked her co-stars and the staff. Hopefully something would come up to see her through. She'd hate to...be a washed-up Hollywood has-been before she'd even finished high school.As the exhausted teen stumbled into the golf cart for the trip across Sunshine Studios' back lot, she reflected she'd be grateful when September arrived and she'd be back in school. The pace would slacken, and she'd even get time to go fishing with her father, grandfather. How else can you have that? It’s impossible. It’s ... It’s...”“A gift from the Lord,” I breathed. “Something to pleasure every married woman I know. Isn’t that amazing?”She nodded her head and her knees buckled.The reverend’s wife groaned as she fell to her knees before me. Her hands grabbed my cock. I shuddered as Mrs. Matthews held me. Her blue eyes stared up at me. She moaned out in wanton lust, captivated by my futa-dick.With the shower running upstairs and Georgia oblivious to what was. I saw a face, so wan under the moon, and then I stopped. Her look had been woebegone. Lost. Her eyes had been swimming in tears. After a bit I entered a fantasy in which her eyes were half closed and swollen with desire. I did something to her to bring her to ecstasy. She whimpered, ‘Yes, please.’ Then I came. ***** They weren’t at breakfast the next morning. I thought to go to their cabin, to look in on them, but decided it would just compound their embarrassment, and anyway I didn’t know. We’ve only begun to provision ourselves for the winter. We still need a lot more meat, wood, and other items if we want to make it to spring in reasonable health.”“We all know that already,” Clara declared sharply, “and it is being taken care of by Ramie and Catta and all the other women in the cave.”“True, but if I do bring back a horse ... or, more than one ... we’ll need feed for the winter, and bedding also,” I told her. “At the very least someone is going to have to start cutting grass..