His father had served in the Vietnam War with him and they were as close as brothers. When the final car left and he had the house to himself, he pull...d his father’s truck out of the garage and took a drive around the farm. His father did this each night as a way to get a feel for how the farm breathed. He had long believed that this land was like a living creature, and if you listened just right, she’d tell you a lot. So it was only right that he continue that tradition. Harold had been doing. If you touch their avatar... }{They want to break our link and trap me here, that much hasn't changed. There's no swimming pool to drown me in this time, but it won't matter, I'll die anyway if they never let me leave this place.}In the distance, she spots the figure she's been watching for. His clothes, the way he walks, the overnight bag swinging at his side, everything is achingly familiar. It is her father, and yet she knows it cannot be.{Elena, this is crazy, you can't... }She spreads her. She was adorable with short blonde hair, hazel eyes and lips that seemed begging to be kissed.Her perfume seemed intoxicating as I immediately gave her a kiss and then a longer deeper kiss. She was the same height as me and our bodies fit well against one another and I could feel the heat radiating against my groin. I don't know how long we stood there passionately kissing and rubbing against each other until I asked her if she would like something to drink. “Not yet” she said and smiled “I. I was uncomfortable but I won't deny that it felt oddly good the more he fondled me. He reached down and unhooked my shorts and briefs from my ankles and told me to turn over. I did as he said and I felt his hands running up and down my little body. He felt around my bubble butt and took his hand away for a minute and was quiet. When his hand returned he parted my ass cheeks and began rubbing my anus with his now wet finger. I squirmed and murmured "what are you doing to me?" and he said.