She sometimes seems 'posessed' by the 'bad witch' she met in that lake. It's her 'wall'.How big the bad luck of losing her identidy here, a fortnight ...efore her eighteenth.How big the bad luck she started a new one immediately, less honest, only her age not.How bad the change from an obnoxious 'Gothic' girl with some 'dark sides of the moon'.How bad the behaviour as 'Nobility of (b)lack (of) colour'. I hide her name, my discrecy.I understand well now her basic tactics and strategies in the game. They aren't talking now, but I can hear their hiking boots as they crunch up the trail across from the creek from me. Suddenly, thecrunching stops. I can barely make out a whisper, "Oh my God, look over there." "I see her... she's naked... she's got nice tits...: I could imagine them staring at mynear naked body laying just 10 feet across the creek from them. My nipples felt like they would never stop getting harder... Still pretending I hadn't heard them, Ibring my hands up and cup my breasts.. They were talking, they were sitting on Troy's bed, they were laughing, then suddenly they were kissing and touching each other.What had happened?He knew it. He reached for Troy. And Troy accepted it.They kissed, they touched each other, they felt each other's cocks, they even sucked each other. Greg came in Troy's mouth. Troy came in Greg's mouth, and it was delicious! That was all. No anal sex. Greg quickly left, and came home.He felt miserable. What had happened should never happen again.He. " What have you got left?" I asked."A few clothes and a lot of whisky," the girl said. "It's down in the cellar." That's got some value," I said."I know," said the woman, "and it's about all we've got."So I put my horse in their harness. She did not like it much but she did it, with some ears twitching and hoof stomping, after I gave her some oats I found in the shed. Then we brought up the jugs of whisky, two gallon stoneware ones. They had more than a hundred gallons of hooch, a small fortune.