" Her voice tone had changed, it was more sultry and sexy. Alison came into my view, choosing to walk past me. She was wearing a red dress, which fit ...ightly to her curvy body. Just fitting over her round arse and tightly fitting her huge 34E tits. She wasn’t wearing a bra because I could see her nipples pushing straight through the fabric of her dress. Sally was walking behind her but I didn’t notice 'til Sally grabbed Alison’s arm and gently turned her around and just kissed her passionately.. The little dolls each represent those that have been chosen to carry the story forward. Not being able to write, they learned the story and passed it on--word of mouth. The first doll there is the one chosen by the priest. The second doll is the one that she chose, and so on down to Andrew McPhereson."Andrew McPhereson was smart, literate, and well-to-do. He found someone who could understand what the Indian was saying and what the eleventh doll represented. That is what is written in his. ‘Then let’s go!’ exclaimed Todd grabbing Elisa and leading her out the door. What the hell! Thought Elisa as she tried to break free of his grip. She didn’t have on a bathing suit, but most importantly, she didn’t know where he was leading her. The pair ran along side the ocean while the sun beamed down upon them, and although the sea provided a nice breeze, between the sun shining mightily due to the season and her sweat suit, Elisa was burning up and becoming fatigued. ‘Todd, I can’t keep. Jeremy stood behind the boy and grinned as he began to turn the wheel. Everyone remembered what happened when the wheel was turned and licked their lips as they watched the lad’s discomfort, his anus spreading and his colon being drawn very painfully apart.The boy’s crying ebbed to a soft whimpering, his eyes widening as he began to pant. The wheel was turned again and the boy’s whimpering returned with a new intensity, his breathing quickening.“Feeling it now lad, aren’t you?” Jeremy teased..