It wasn’t going to be an easy trek — Reagan hadn’t thought things through and the nearly-16 year old had little money. Her slightly-more frugal ...ister had some, but not enough for them to survive on for any length of time. Luckily, it was summer and both girls were willing to work. They traveled to Brighton and Dover and sold Ice Cream, Hot Dogs, Pop and anything they could to make money. Once they’d earned some money, both bought scant little bikinis and their sales tripled. The young men —. ’ ‘Fine, but remember, you promised me another bed time story,’ Jenny said, her lips forming a pout that was both petulant and erotic. Her blue eyes sparkled above her flushed cheeks and her impossibly beautiful face was framed by hair the color of spun gold. She lay stretched out upon his bed, her wrists secured to the upper, rather ornate, wooden bed posts, her ankles spread and similarly secured to the matching lower posts. ‘Are you comfortable, my heart?’ He asked, adjusting the pillow. ”My Boss was an information Nazi. She tracked every aspect of life at Liberty Mountain. It was as if she was the brain of a living thing where data and paperwork were the central nervous system. My job was to sort through the debris field of previously chewed data and file it away for future reference. I was in the seventh circle of Hell. The section reserved for those who hated office work.“Christ on a crutch, did you guys ever heard of digital records? They’re a whole lot easier to deal with. ” Using only the uplighters in the bedroom, they cast soft long shadows against the décor and furnishings. Ripping off our clothes, four shoes were sent careening along the floor and she pushed me onto the huge bed. “Fuck me in our bed, defile it.” I was down to my boxer briefs, which she removed with ease, casting them into the air. Sylvie was down to a pair of lace panties. Witnessing her firm body with soft womanly curves, my cock had stiffened once more. Her breasts were full and generous,.