“Because you two look like girls I’d see in Maxim,” Tom laughed, “and I think I’d remember you.”“That’s flattering, Tom,” Lucy smirk...d, “you look like someone I’d see in a men’s underwear catalog for K-Mart.”“K-Mart?!” Tom laughed, “Oh, c’mon Lucy; I’m at least fit for Target!”Out of the corner of my eye I noticed several members of the football team standing and talking just a few feet back. They were all stealing glances at us when they thought we weren’t looking. I smiled from the corner of. They completed the day by taking a romantic bubble bath together and having a loving fuck.At ten to midnight Diane peered into their bedroom and sat on the edge of the bed beside Dan. He gazed at her nonexistent nightie. “I promised you a blow job before the day was over and it’s ten to twelve, that’s if it’s okay with you Mom.”“Of course it is honey but it may take a while for Dad to cum in your mouth because we finished fucking only a few minutes ago,” she said. Diane slipped her sexy nightie. If Ida wasn’t fucking she was studying. If Kurt wasn’t wrestling, he was fucking Ida. The glorious days that they thought would never end abruptly did end. Her degree in Finance landed her a decent job in a brokerage. A sexy woman with a brain that could compete with the men in the office surprisingly went over well. But in a high-powered, high-energy world of highs and lows and financial windfalls and withering-dying on the vine losses produced emotion. Emotion in a place where she worked. He worked long hours in the lumber mill further down the mountain. He rode his draft horse down to the mill every morning at dawn. The mill only closed the week of Christmas. The church had asked them to close at this time. The mill and the church were the main sources of activity in the village. We did not get many travelers, Milano was three days carriage ride away. The mountains of the north could be very treacherous during the dark month of December. The men of the village took turns.