That was something I would try very hard to ignore, the memories of our pleasure, her screams of passion and the touch and taste of her. It could not ...appen again, the first time had been tough, an emotional roller coaster.My younger sister came to the door before I even stepped up to it - a big hug, then a firm handshake with dad, whom I could barely look in the eye, and then a distant wave from my older sister and her husband.You see, our home-life was not some back hills shack where booze,. Even as her orgasm began to subside she was pointing to the bottle with her free hand, making Steve and everyone else present aware that she had actually managed to get a wine bottle into her cunt. How slutty was that?Steve sat there in silence until she was over her climax, amazed and awed by Helen's achievement nearly as much as she was. Then he spoke in a near whisper."I guess I'll be tasting KY then!" Wait, I can cum again yet!"Helen was already beginning to fuck herself again with the. I put my hands up under my thin night gown and played with my area until I couldn’t take it anymore. It felt amazing. Two weeks went by and I was terribly lonely. I was the only one living in the house now and it was boring. It was only a small farm, just enough for a single family to survive and since it was only me it didn’t take a lot of work to feed myself. I was coming in from milking the cow when I saw a group of soldiers coming over the hill toward my house. I was hoping it was my Jim. That breathing sounds like something other than human. She has a good idea what it comes from, and she doesn’t intend to be here when it arrives.They race across the field unhindered. The inhuman breathing doesn’t follow and only gives worry to Page as they near the other side. She expects it to follow, expects it to be right on their heels. But nothing. She slows as they approach the tree line, bringing the girl to a stop.“What is it?” Lisa asks, looking over her shoulder where the noise.