It had been too long since my last hunt, and I had tamp down my eagerness as I tracked the group.The group split up, two girls went on down the trail ...nd the rest of the group started down the loop, that would in a mile or two bring them pack to their cars.The pair headed down the trail, winding deeper into the forest with me following them at a good distance.This time of the year, late in the summer, many hikers were back at work and kids were in school. The trails were sparsely populated. Down the hall, her daughter was going through the same routine. Krista slid her stilettos on, primped her hair and met her mother and brother in the living room. The three of them were going out for some shopping and then lunch. She felt Chris's eyes on her as she descended the stairs, her tits jiggling on each step. "You guys ready?" she asked at the bottom. "Ready if you are." Carrie smiled at her daughter and the three piled into the Escalade and headed to the mall. It didn't take. She was the one who kept the family home a model of the way she had been brought up to do in the manner of the “Old Country” and had no ambition outside the family home. When Zina’s mother shopped, it was up to Zena or her younger brothers to interpret for their Mum with the local merchants. Zena’s mother had visions of the family returning to Iran when things returned to the way they had been before fundamentalism had raised its ugly head.As mentioned before, Zena was a trier. She was a keen. " He got up and kissed me softly, making me want so much more. Then we pulled away and went to bed.The next day I had school, all day I kept thinking of my father's dick and instantly I would become wet and needed his dick. So at lunch, I went to go find Jordan, the biggest dicked guy I knew. He almost had my father beat in thickness, but he surely beat him in a little length. I pulled him into the girls bathroom where I quickly acted by whispering into his ear "Oh Jordan, I've been wanting you.