Then with their lips clamped together, Cheri's hand finally invaded the sacred hemline between her sister's legs, found the legs parting slightly in r...sponse, and and soon her hand was moving up inside her little sister's skirt, the warmth increasing until it found its way up against Sherry's damp panties. Oh how nice it would be to slip my fingers inside of you little sister, Cheri thought. To give you the fuck you so desperately need. Sherry had her eyes closed and had her head back against. Peter saw his opportunity, and the whole mad scheme flashed clearly in his mind, asif during that brief instant it had all played out in slow motion. It was the craziest ideahe'd ever had in his life, but now he knew he had to do something far out.The young boy had heard his friends talking about eating pussy, but he'd neverbelieved anyone could seriously think of doing such a thing. And by the same token,until the other day he'd never believed women sucked men off. But his aunt haddone it for. "So the fantasy was one thing but the reality entirely different, huh?" Yeah, I guess that's part of it." I didn't mention anything about being shocked at the way she and Joey were making love rather than just fucking like some guy would fuck a prostitute. I couldn't get one image out of my mind; Charlene on her back with Joey between her spread out legs pumping his hips up and down. Charlene's hands were gripping his hips pulling him into her. Their bodies pressed together flattening her. Summers: ‘It must have been a real blur for him, don’t you think?’ Interviewer: ‘Understood.’ A long silence. Interviewer: ‘Did you meet someone in the woods, Mrs. Summers?’ Mrs. Summers: ‘What do y–‘ More static, garbled-up voices. Nearly a minute of elapsed time passes, without anything remotely audible being heard. It is this author’s opinion that these distortions are anything but random. This is yet to be verified, of course. Mrs. Summers: ‘–if I went to the woods to meet someone? Do you.