Finally, very slowly, the tears stopped. She hiccupped, and found the strength to wipe her face. Danielle sat starting straight ahead, still unable to...move. A picture of her great-grandmother’s face flashed behind her eyes, and Danielle’s lip turned up into a small smile. One last, final tear made its way down her cheek, over her chin, and down her neck. It caught on her shirt above her heart, and Danielle’s smile widened. ~*~*~*~ ‘The auction starts in about 15 minutes.’ Aunt Ann said, and. Aggressive drivers could easily shave fifteen minutes from that. All of the drive is by four lane highway although the last ten miles are on state highways. There is a ghost town in that general location, the remains of a town wiped out by a hurricane a hundred years ago. The stories include some that are non-sexual, most are romantic, many lesbian, a few with a fetish or two. All stories are ‘women friendly.’ Felicity itself had suffered a big blow from a hurricane ten years before our stories. Turning her head, she recognised Peter and stood up to greet him. before she could stand upright, Peter was pressing against her ass and holding one of her wonderful sensitive tits from behind."My god, Lark, i was watching you from my window and I got such a hard-on i could barely stand up and i knew, although we're not "familiar" with each other that I just had to come out and feel if you felt as good as you look...and YOU DO!!"While he was talking, Lark had an orgasm. Just feeling a REAL. Matty takes in a deep breath, relaxing for the first time all day. “Dammit, Ryan.” She gives him a soft shove. “Look at you. All dressed up today. I couldn’t resist stealing my angel away.” He pulls her against himself by her waist before pressing her against the wall with his body. He deeply kisses Matty, almost making her gag. She can’t stand being touched after just being violated in the bathroom. Ryan slides his hands around to her breasts, only be swept away with hers. “Don’t. Not now. Not.