As I’ve been making this trip for the last three decades on either the first or second Saturday in June, I know when and where the bugs hatch. The l...gistics of the trip are very simple. Having packed everything the night before, I leave at six a.m. for the two hour drive to my cousin Dan’s house. My uncle Roy lives with Dan and his family in a modest little house since they sold the farm about twenty years ago. Dan is a mechanic in Carlisle, the local town. Every year I stop in and say hi to. I’ll take your fingers in my mouth and tickle them lightly while my hand begins to roam to find its way inside you. I’ll lightly brush across your sprout with the tip of my tongue and devour your lovely breasts until you’re forced to long for a taste of my lips since they were seasoned so nice by your tasty body so warm, so right. A delight are you from your head to your toes and I know that it is the time to go for what we know. As I remove my hand from your sweet and sacred place I begin to. I like to run my freshly painted white nails with pink polka dots up and down them. I like the feeling. It makes me feel sexy and exposed. It would be better if I was braver I guess. I have been teaching for a couple of years now. The school year usually ends the same way, me regretting my life choices.I have been reading a lot of adult stories lately. Not the normal kind either. I have been spending a lot of time at my desk after School had finished, in the stories it always leads to. She turned her head away from the blast the gun was going to make and pressed her breast harder into the hollow end of the huge barrel. She braced herself for the expected carnage.Beth laughed. If she wanted, she could always have her way with her sister. As Béla pressed forward, sacrificing her body to her sister's lust, Beth changed the angle of the gun so that it was pointed more upward, though Béla's nipple was still pressed into the end of the barrel.The gun went off, deafening both.