S.In the back of my mind, I worried that I was the only contemporary of Sally's that she'd yet encountered since age eight. Was this fair? Was I takin... advantage? How was she supposed to judge young males if I was the only game in town?Well, we'd worry about that later. For now, we both seemed entirely satisfied with the status quo.San Francisco is a beautiful city, and although Sally had seen it before as a child, she was duly impressed on her return as an adult. San Francisco hotels would. Then he adjusted his pants, and said "I feel bad now, I don't have any pics to share with you. Well, I guess fair is fair, if you want, we can go see if my wife is still out and I can give you a few peaks of the real thing." I couldn't believe my ears, but I said lets do it. We both walked onto the porch to find her laying exactly where she had been. He said, "Here's the plan, she is still in her bathing suit. Let's try to change her into some dry clothes. That way if she wakes up, I can. It was such a dirty thought that she knew she would never be able to ask for it for fear of being thought a filthy whore of a female with her abnormal perverted desires.Rachel was bent over now and her head was almost down on top of the dusty grain sacks. She held on to the wooden post to keep from falling down. Brett was pounding her hard now just the way she liked it. All thoughts of his moving to her alternate opening were lost in the pleasure of her giving up her secret core to his. Justin never was the brightest crayon in the box. She dialed 911 by touch and prayed that the call would go through, when she heard the operator’s voice on the line her body went limp. ~`~`~`~`~`~`~`~`~`~`~` Justin sat at the kitchen table, slamming back his fourth beer. What was he going to do now. He had her but he couldn’t keep her here. Sooner or later someone was going to come looking for her. He had to find somewhere else to keep her, somewhere safe. He popped the top off of another.