“Where are your parents?”“They are at home,” I lied. I didn’t want to have more trouble, and I didn’t want to have to explain my family li...e to a stranger. “I can make it home, I will be fine.”“Okay,” the man said as he turned at a woman’s call. “I need to go, but you can have the towel.”I nodded and sat down at a nearby picnic table. I was examining my nose when someone stepped up to me. “I said I was fine,” I began, and then the person registered. “Oh.” It was the boy I’d ‘rescued’.He was. You see a beautiful blue lake in front of you, which is almost completely surrounded by a wooded area. The trees stop about ten feet from your left side and about fifty yards to the northeast of you. Across the lake, you can see a snow-capped mountain that seems to have a bluish haze around the lower part of it. It was as if the mountain was much further away. The haze seemed similar to mountains you’ve seen in pictures. The pictures that had been taken from great distances.Nevertheless it’s a. It was wonderful. Absolutely fucking wonderful. I slid from beneath her and moved down between her still spread legs. I wanted so bad to stick my tongue between those lips but I resisted. My cock throbbed in my pants demanding a taste, but again I had to resist. So I did the next best and safest thing I could. I pushed aside the v-string and I slipped my middle finger in between those swollen lips. She was soft and pure inside. I could feel that her hymen was still intact. My daughter was still. The new tricks that she had learned from the depraved Trixie with her French way of looking at everything sexual changed her way of thinking about searching for her own solution to feminine satisfaction. It was true that Trixie was a trifle anti-male, but she certainly knew how to make a girl feel mighty good when it really counted.Her bed-making program “au natural” was a shadow reflection of her cooking hobby in her private kitchen wearing only her high heels and the tiny apron that had no.