I am moaning, and my dick is growing. After a few minutes I have grown to my full size. And she gets atop of me and slams herself down on my cock. “...ou dirty motherfucker,” she screams “fuck my middle age pussy”. I begin to thrust in and out. I grab her ass, and lean up and kiss her. I feel the hairs on her pussy scratch me. As we fuck I flip her over on her back and as I do a loud fart squeezes through her ass. I don’t stop, fucking her as I smell the fowl stench. Strangly I find it all the. Inside were what appeared to be official forms of some kind. They looked old. Clipped to the front of them was a set of pictures of a woman, one of her facing the camera and one in profile. There was a disembodied arm at the bottom of each shot holding a card with numbers on it.Mug shots, Jane realized with a start.In the first picture the woman seemed distraught; her hair disarrayed, her eyes glassy and unfocussed, seeming to look at something above the camera. Jane was sure she’d never. “We already knew each other well from school and church, we were predictable, and we were also trying to stay within some very prescribed boundaries that mostly your parents and church taught us or that we assimilated. I think they’re also called memes. Now, we’ve thrown those away, and the ‘real’ you and ‘real’ me are interacting with the ‘real’ world for the first time, and we’re doing what seem like unpredictable things, thinking surprising and erotic thoughts, and kicking our boundaries all. At least she did find some food there and it was free so she kept going back.As the summer progressed Sarah found more items along the river to improve her small camp. She found a cage that had probably been used for raising rabbits or fowl. She sank it in the stream over a spring to keep her food cool inside. This protected it somewhat from foraging animals. She even kept live fish in it if she caught more than she wanted to eat at once.When campers or swimmers were around Sarah hid. She was.