Running through the beautiful friendly dark, with the comfortably grey smell of moisture. My body was humming with the night air, a meditative chord w...th the flavor of owls. There were no owls there in the middle of town, but the feeling of owls was not dependent on that. My heartbeat grew and echoed from the houses I passed. A man walking his dog fit right in, the dog loved everyone and wanted to run with me but no. I smelled a rat under a bush and hummed The White Stripes for a while. Birds. Fingers slid down his back, pulling him to her... her eyes moved to the window, meeting her watchers eyes. They held their gaze together as her hips rose to meet her companions face... her legs drew up, slipping over his shoulders... digging in to draw him tighter and her eyes locked with her watcher. Teeth bit into her lower lip... her back arched and she strained to thrust her hips harder into him.He could see the shudder pass through her body and could see but not hear the scream of passion. "No way!"My voice was louder than I had intended and Mom looked at me again, but quickly resumed sucking the man's cock.There was silence for a while, except for the sucking noises Mom made, and then Ice's hand slipped into the wide armhole of my too big nightgown and covered my right tit. I was too shocked to even scream and tried to pull his hand out by tugging his arm. I gave up and bit my lower lip as his fingertip brushed my pointy nipple."Some day you'll have tits like your momma," he. Which really meant that she expected my place to be a pigsty. I don’t understand how anybody can be that fucking lazy. It’s just easier to find things if you put them back where they belong to start with. Not that I have that much, but by damn I’m going to one of these days. Come spring, I expect to have at least a table and chair made, and I still have to fire my pottery. Focusing on the clay jugs lined up along the wall awaiting firing, Hmmm, that might prove to be interesting, but what the.