. For some reason, I wanted to try it in second-person perspective. We'll all just have to see how it goes.You make your way to room inside a concrete...bunker, having been checked,rechecked, searched, stripped, hosed and put into a hazmat suit. Youwait while a door slides open, letting you into a small chamber. Afterthe door behind you closes, the door in front of you opens, and you cansee into a room.In the middle of the room is a girl.She is naked, Lust personified. A wet dream come to. His name is Josh, he's 22, and he's a really good guy. Can't wait to see you! Merry Christmas! Love, Katya. P.S. Enclosed are a few accessories to enjoy him even more."After reading the card, Samantha took Josh out of the box and looked inside it. In the box were massage oils, various lubricants, condoms, female arousal gels, edible lotions, oils, etc.She then took a good look at her live gift Josh. He was tall with short black hair, dazzling blue-green eyes, chielsed chest and abs, a smile. Dad’s side did seem to be filled with testosterone though, having a long line of men every generation seeming to outgrow the others in muscular development. So needless to say I wasn’t complaining. Sure, dad left mom and I on our own but I was well on the way to adulthood with a built body, and la rge cock all thanks to those goo d genes his side passed on to me. As for mom, when I say she was out of my old man’s league I really mean it! She was turning 43 next month, but her body was no. He decided that tonight he would have them both at the same time. He really hadn't done that yet. But for right now... He came up behind them and put an arm around each firm waist. They both looked up at him and smiled briefly, then turned back to gaze at the blood- and-gasoline-soaked rug blazing higher and higher. It was a strangely profound moment; most of what was left of his father was in this rug, and that made this a cremation of sorts. Thinking this, Jake spoke. "I'm sorry I couldn't.