Everything else was silent. His cheek flushed as the man gripped his face tightly, forcing him to look him in the eyes. ‘You,’ he spoke with a vo...ce like steel and gravel, ‘you have the eyes of a storyteller. What stories do you hold inside that skull of yours? Or do I need to slice it open?’ The young man’s eyes went wide. His lips fumbled about, producing no sound. Finally, he found words, and spoke. ‘No! Uh, I—I had an idea for a story about a boy who grows up in a small village, but then. “I want you,” she whispers into my ear.It’s all the encouragement I need. I pull away, exiting the cabin with the haste of an Olympic sprinter, Guinevere following suit from the passenger side, and we meet in front of the car, clawing at each other with the unbridled lust of two teenagers in heat.To my surprise and delight Guinevere takes charge, practically ripping my shirt off where we stand, sending a couple of buttons pinging off into the ether. She kisses her way along my bare chest,. Suddenly they heard a noise coming from downstairs, then a voice.“Katrina? Honey?” It was Katrina’s mom, home a little earlier than expected.“Hi, mom,” Katrina shouted down. “Be down in a minute.” As quietly as possible the girls scrambled to get dressed. Fortunately it would not be too unusual to see Kelly emerging from Katrina’s bedroom; they often hung out together at this time of day. Kelly just hoped the smell of sex would not be too obvious on them. She found some of Katrina’s perfume and. We all sat quietly, straining our ears to hear the tell-tale signs they were doing it, and when the door opened on its own, to reveal a naked Sonia bent double, and the Master humping her like a little dog on the back of a larger a****l.He had not closed the door properly, and it slipped its latch, to reveal to a class full of prepubescent girls their first sight into the act of copulation, and as we gasped, the poor Master was too far gone to stop, and his fertilizing of our Princess was.