"On the North Shore," I smiled faintly. "I'm a good, sturdy farm girl." I like sturdy," Adam admitted with a wink. "Sturdy is good." Thanks," I said l...ughingly; somehow Adam made me feel sexy, despite my sturdiness. When he wrapped both arms around me I just about stopped breathing."Why'd you become a journalist?"I considered for a moment. "Insatiable curiosity, I suppose; I've always asked a million questions, even when I was a kid."Adam chuckled deeply. "Yeah, I noticed that."I ran a finger. .. February ... Febuairy was how she spelled it because that was how everybody spoke it. The states? Florida ... they pronounced Floriderr. How about Kansas and Arkansas ... Kansas and Arkansaw But if it's Arkansaw shouldn't it be Kansaw? The teachers all said Cans-ass. But they didn't say Ar-Cans-ass.One of her teachers said people from Cans-ass called Arkansaw ... Our-Cans-assNone of it made any sense.School was awful. Everyone was SURE she was selling it ... they didn't know it was John. . He ... He tried to rape me." She paused momentarily as if recalling a horrid incident then continued. "But he was pretty drunk that night and I managed to get away from him. After that I ran away. I couldn't stand the thought of my own father ... you know ... doing that kinda stuff to me." She paused again, took a deep breath then continued. "We ... me and Rory were on our way to hook up with that evangelist preacher guy down in Arkansas ... that ... ah ... Reverend Bishop or something like. She pushed the sheet down and then descended my body, kissing me as she went. Jenny followed and they met where my cock extended into the air. They each wrapped a hand around the shaft, stroking it up and down whilst their lips came together for a tender kiss.They turned their attention to my erection, made even harder by watching the erotic display of sapphism. Two tongues caressed up and down my cock, lapped at my balls and then took turns sucking the head until I was screaming for release..