.”. It were the same moans I have heard for years coming through my bedrooms walls. And if I wanted or not, hearing them now, not through a concrete...wall, but out of the cherry lipped mouth of my sister, just in front of me, bouncing on my rock-hard cock...excited me.And I could feel a familiar, tell-tale impression of tightness in my lower regions.I tried to push her off, moaning involuntarily, as she was still fucking me hard.Her pussy tightened. I could feel the orgasm getting. The head turns to examine each member of the group before snapping its mandibles together several times and letting out a ear splitting screech. ‘Oh no!’ Huxley yells. ‘It’s a bug! I hate bugs!’ ‘Diego, Kira! Aim for the head,’ Ash orders. ‘Clint, you’re with me.’ With sword and shield in hand Ash races toward the first clawed hand slamming into it shield first. The impact crushes the exoskeleton splattering goo all over his shield and he nearly fall over from the unexpectedness of it. The next. Sex isn’t a cure for stress.Back to FloridaI just needed to write. There was no place better than a nudist park to settle in and isolate myself so I could really focus on getting this book ready to post.I escaped Florida and when I was settled in The Woods, I found I was the only one there until the music festival over the weekend. It was just what I needed, and I burned through the rest of LNDtH2, book six: El Rancho del Corazón. My editors were turning the chapters back to me and cleaning up. “My man loves taking photographs of me naked and blowing them up to A4 size and making albums of them. This album is mostly of my naked ass in various poses. He insists I wear heels when he takes pics of me naked. Always makes my legs look longer and sexier.“Would you like me to model some of my outfits for you Janine?“I used to wear this one to the races,” she smiles as she re-appears.“And this one to cocktail parties. And this one to gallery openings. And this short, backless one to dinner.