Suddenly, she lurched away from me."Skin!" she demanded and pulled my shirt up over my head. She paused for a fraction of a second to stare at my ches..., as my shirt and her bra hit the floor. Naked lust burning in her eyes. I had only a moment to take in the roundness of her breasts, each topped with a raised nipple demanding attention. I started to reach for one, to lift it and taste it, but she launched herself at me with a furiously demanding kiss. My hands raked up her side, and then teased. He told me how he had found peace, holding a hammer and nail. There was something satisfying about tearing something a part and rebuilding it. The cabin, it turned out was no place for recovery, as it had been stripped down to the studs. At the moment it was more of a bachelor pad. This was unfortunate, as it meant we would have to stay with Aunt Isabelle, she had a place built nearly a mile away. So it was decided, on the day he was discharged, we followed her ancient Jeep. Dad slept next. He entered the kitchen and read her note that was scrawled in eyeliner on the cotton napkin.Meet me and I’ll let you do anything! “Fuck. What a sexy fucking bitch! I’m going to enjoy fucking you,” he thought to himself, as he rushed to find his friend to cover for him. He was walking towards the ladies, when the door to the unoccupied clock-room opened and he was pulled inside. The room was dimly lit, but he was still able to see his salacious diner in front of him. * “I don’t have long,” she. “Thanks, Dad, I think Mom would have liked him too. I miss her,” she sighed, looking out the side window.“And so do I.”“Tell me, Dad, honestly, just between you and me. Would you really let Brad and I get married so young?”A moment passed. “When I get my five cows and five goats,” he chuckled.“Seriously Dad!” Another moment passed.“To get married right now, even if it was legal, I’d have to say, no. At fifteen you are absolutely way too young, no matter what culture you live in.”“But what about.