. no, David of three-weeks-past wouldn’t understand that at all. Of course that David had never met Hulda. His dreams and fantasies of sexual libera...ion were just that: dreams, mixed with shame, to be dragged out under cover of dark.He needed to take some time to appreciate how different things were. Was he sure this was what he wanted?If he continued to steer the current course, Ariel would become his life. Rather than working a normal job, he would fuck people in a virtual world. That .... She found herself holding a thick puddle of pre-cum in the palm of her hand. It was way too much to rub into the huge cock, so she discreetly brought her hand up to her mouth when she was sure nobody was looking, quietly sucked and licked the creamy contents of her hand into her mouth. It tasted delicious to the young tart. She coyly looked over her shoulder at him and smiled impishly and raised her eyebrows, indicating that she had enjoyed her little treat. “Yummy!”, she half whispered, half. The sudden, exquisite contact brought a simultaneous moan of pleasure from them both. John was beside himself with lust by now. Little sister or not, she obviously wanted it, and he desperately needed a fuck, otherwise he was gonna be as horny as a ten-peckered billy-goat all day long. John was just about to hunch forwards and bury his cock in her inviting little cunt when a sudden knock on the door scared them both half to death."Come on in there! Breakfast's nearly ready!" yelled their. Ken Granger was a taxidermist who had single-handedly built one of the most beautiful river bottom homes in the valley, save for a few wealthy families who bought a different opulence for themselves. Ken's property had been a neglected corner of an alfalfa field tucked up against a barren hillside, enclosing it on two sides and making it almost invisible from the rural road above. As a young bachelor, Ken hand-dug a huge pond, planted dozens of varieties of trees and shrubs around it, built a.