‘That would be great,’ Ariana said gratefully. ‘We will be there as soon as we close down for the day, around four,’ Martha said. Ariana smile... and thanked Martha as Bobby paid her for the produce they had chosen. When Martha and a few of the others from the community appeared at the house a few hours later, Bobby and Ariana were amazed at the amount of food people had brought. ‘I didn’t mean for you to bring so much,’ Ariana told Martha, her eyes wide with awe. ‘You need food, the Bishop said. Don’t laugh please.’ I pulled her in and kissed her tenderly. ‘OK, my name is Mona Lissa Peabody.’ I kissed her again. ‘So your first name is Mona and your middle name is Lissa?’ ‘That’s right.’ ‘Oh, I was thinking it was Carlissa or somethinglike that.’ ‘Carlissa would be OK. Everyone used to make fun of me when I was little. I hate the name Mona.’ ‘I can see that Lissa. My name is Wayne George Trumbull. I’m not crazy about my name either Liss. It sounds old fashioned. I’d rather be a Trevor. +++ Darin Long stood on the deck of the seaside home with his wife Jennifer. The retired mechanical engineer and his wife seemed to be fairly well off. Members of the local church group, they donated time for little league, but other than that they kept pretty much to themselves. They were often seen walking along the beach early in the mornings, holding hands like newlyweds, nice to see something like that for a couple that had obviously been married for decades. ‘I love it here, Jen.’ Darin. " He began to fuck me slowly. He pushed himself gently in and out of my pussy. His thrusts were deep and slow. Intense and passionate. In and out, each push was pure pleasure and frustration. The slow tempo was almost maddening, yet it felt beyond wonderful. As he drove his cock into me his pace quickened imperceptibly. He groaned above me, pulling me fully upright from under my arms. I sat on his thighs while he thrust his dick up into my pussy. Uttering oaths and false promises into my ear,.