I cupped one of her globes as my other hand grasped her skirt and dragged it up her legs, exposing her taut thighs.She twisted her body around, pressi...g herself against me as our lips met. Her breasts pressed into me as my hands grasped her ass, lifting her. Her long legs encircled my waist as I navigated us to the bed. We landed on the thin mattress, our tongues intertwined.She pulled her head back, showing me the hunger in her eyes. She began to unbutton my shirt, and I leaned back to give. ”“Okay, I’ll do all of that.”He moved behind the tree and untied the rope, careful to stay out of the way. She scooted away from the tree and stood up. She started looking around in the grass.“What are you looking for?” he asked.“My gun,” she said. “We may need it.”“Okay, I know where it is. You sit back down and I’ll get it.”She sat down and he went and got it. It was some kind of AK knockoff. Simple, and cheap. He unloaded it and gave it to her.“I may need it loaded,” she said.“No, I’ll give. He Wolf with the Red Roses, by Chloe Tzang© 2017 Chloe Tzang. All rights reserved. The author asserts a moral right to be identified as the author of this story. This story or any portion thereof may not be reproduced or used in any manner whatsoever without the express written permission of the author except for the use of brief quotations in a review. [Boy:] On a hot summer night, would you offer your throat to the wolf with the red roses?[Girl:] Yes.[Boy:] I bet you say that to all the. Soon I also began tonotice I had started becomingwhet, and that whetness seemedto be almost constant and rathercopious what I guess was mybodies new found defensemechanism from my fathersattentions. That almost constantwhetness seemed to help a LOTwhen my father decided onfucking me rather then one ofhis more usual demands for ablowjob or hand job. It made itall so much less painful, though itseemed to anger him to no endhim even making me wipe myselfoff before hand, there was nostopping the.