Any resemblance is strictly coincidental and probably highly insulting!Place: Northern Indiana or a reasonable facsimile thereof. The places here are ...hat I needed to make the story work and the distances do not pretend to be accurate, so draw a new map.Time: A few years ago, before cell phones and personal computers were common. Part I covers from Brian's fourth grade through eight grade years in school.CodesThe following codes apply to the themes of Living Next Door to Heaven that involve the. Trish walked out of the bathroom in stilettos with thigh high sheer stockings, a black micro mini skirt and a sheer top. She was more beautiful than her pictures led me to believe. She was stunning and her outfit had fuck me written all over it. She stood in front of me and it was all I could do not to reach out and grab her, but I stood there and kept my arms behind my back, as instructed.She dropped to her knees almost immediately. Her tongue on the head of my hard cock was our first. You're just as stubborn as I am, and you know perfectlywell that I would not have forced the issue if you had put your footdown and said no, but you didn't do that. You didn't even manage to putup barely more than a stomp your foot kind of no. In fact, you simplywent to your room, changed clothes, and showed up looking like you donow! If, after I saw you this morning, I didn't carry out my threat,and make you come with me, what would that make me? I'm your father!It's my job to teach you. You are the tempest raging over me, a violent and gorgeous whirlwind of lighting, fiery rain, and trembling thunder.The entire world has narrowed to a concentrated pinpoint and all I know is you. I am merely a passenger in the eye of the storm, begging to be devoured and swept away with you. A sudden tightening, the possessive clasping of molten depths, pulsates around my swollen length. Hips not holding back,riding with all the force you can summon. You're whispering now, every word saturated.