Especially covered in cum. She was beautiful. I asked “So was that in your story?”She looked at me and answered “That was NOT in my story. I nev...r knew that could even happen”So I had to ask, even though I already knew. “So what DID happen next then? What did you tell Gracie?”And THEN…?Suddenly Wendy got shy again. She thought for a moment but then smiled. She was nervous, maybe even embarrassed a little, but I was standing naked in front of her as she wiped cum from her body and face. She. ”Mark drove her home without incident and as she was getting out of his car, she told him that she was off on Wednesday and Sunday nights if he planned on asking her out.He was impressed by her forthrightness and said, “Let’s plan on Wednesday for starters. A movie and dinner?”“Dinner and then a movie, sounds nicer,” Marcie replied with a warm smile.“Dinner and then a movie it is then,” Mark said and let her go without trying to kiss her goodnight.To her surprise, Aniah was waiting for her in. After another moment of breast caressing, she slapped her ass again. This time, however, she moaned, moving her hips into the sheets more. She felt so wet!She developed a rhythm of caressing her breast with one hand, her ass with the other, slapping, grinding into the sheets and repeating. All the while her soft moans intensified. She was surprised at the intensity of her feelings. They were so intense, when she felt a different hand caressing her ass, she thought it was part of a dream.The. “Gahhhh!” finished Mike. He turned at the end of the driveway and headed up the hill. Along the way they passed a sign that said, ‘No Trespassing Allowed - Entrance By Invitation Only!’, underneath which was a second sign, ‘Go Ahead! Try It! Coyotes Have To Eat Too!’Samantha looked at her father. “You don’t think they actually have coyotes, do you?”Mike smiled. The legends surrounding Culverin House included tall tales about feeding people to coyotes. “Maybe that’s what happens to peasants who.