I see a break in the tree line and make my way through. It opens up to a boulder lined river. The perfect space to relax.I find a nice flat rock and g...t comfortable. One hand under my head I stretch across it, legs lightly parted and d****d down the sides. The skirt of my already short sundress slides even further up my thighs and lazily flutters in the light breeze. I close my eyes enjoying the feel of the sun and the sound of the river. As I begin to relax, my thoughts drift back to the sexy. Enough child she will pass if you keep on. Grace coughed up blood as I stomped on her back with a gasp she tried to beg me to stop. Please dont…kill me. I looked at her bloody and disfigured face and mimicked her voice excatly. Pla-pla-please dont kill ma-mah-me. I said throwing my head back laughing at her as I raised my foot to stomp at her face completely prepared to smear her face into the roof. I said thats enough! The blue flame appeared in front of me and I was thrown back off the roof.. A summer rain in the dry San Garbiels causes a lot of excitement. The dusty pine needles drain off into powdery earth, and there is the expectant feeling of a very special event; even the smell is special. I am in a cabin in those mountains when the rains come, and I am thirteen and in love with my cousin of fourteen. Of course the family is there with us, and we are visiting.While the rain falls, sentimental songs play on the ancient phonograph. The words are as foolish as the mannered voices. "I know your dislike for sucking cock, but I am here to change your mind." "I... I..." Was all I was able to say, before he had his fingers to my chin, forcing my mouth open and his cock in my mouth. "Shut up and suck me." I complied, feeling my lower body respond with his command. He pulled my head closer to him, his musky scent filling my nostrils. I gagged as he reached my throat, but he did not stop he pulled me further down on him. I dug my nails into his thighs making him groan either.