Alex untied her, smiling before whispering into her ear before snatching a thick piece of the earlobe and bit it between his sharp teeth. I got a surp...ise for you. He said diabolically. Becky, along with the five kids flanking her, walking out of the school after it had let out. They made their way through the woods, a place she was familiar with. She enjoyed swimming in the stream, enough to allow for leisure swimming by one person but not two whom were side by side. It was rather narrow but. One evening as they ate supper, Mary, Robin’s mother, said, “Oh, by the way, Malcolm, I finally remembered today, to buy that special soap for your itchy back.”“Great, so you’ll give my back a good scrubbing tonight?” Malcolm asked Mary.“No way… I had my hair done today, and I’m not going to have it messed up in the shower. Why don’t you ask Robin to help you out?” Mary suggested.“I don’t mind, dad,” Robin quickly interjected.“Are you sure, boy?” Malcolm confirmed.“Unless you are cock shy,. My nipples immediately harden at the touch of the cool wet cloth. Standing before the mirror, I watch the cloth run down my chest, over my stomach, and down to my pussy. I lightly run the washcloth over my pussy. My clit is still extremely sensitive from the orgasm that I had just had. With two fingers wrapped in a washcloth I begin to stroke my clit. Unable to stand any longer, I sit down on the toilet seat spreading my legs wider. Dropping the washcloth to the floor my fingers continue on. I heard sirens and people yelling, and I smelled smoke, gasoline, burntrubber, and of all things, strawberries. It was almost like being back in theGreat War, except for the strawberries. For a moment, that's exactly what Ithought: I was in the middle of a war. But I didn't hear shots being fired,or any explosions.I crawled to the side of the walk and rolled over on the grass. It was coolon my skin. I stared up at the clouds drifting across the sky and tried tofigure out where I was, and why my.