Naked. Nine.”That night, in bed, she masturbated thinking of both him eating her that night and his promise to fuck her the next Saturday. It was no...better at work, her mind constantly went back to last Saturday and next Saturday. Her boss told her if she was ill she should go home. She could not very well tell him her illness was thoughts of sex.After dinner on Saturday she started preparing for his visit. Never before had she been so meticulous. She started with a douche followed by a hot. I had fallen to a very low point before my mom had reached out to me and now I was back to doing what I enjoyed.I lit up a cigarette as I drove back to my place, returning to rest so that I would be energized to see my c***dren the next day. Mikey had flown in late and I was thinking of him all day as each of the 300 men had slid into my well used holes. I still loved him and couldn’t wait to see my k**s too. It had been nearly 6 months since I’d last seen them and they all ranged from age 14. “Do you still want to go?”“Yes,” Janice replies. “I do.”Very abruptly, Cate takes her hand from the woman’s thigh. “Go on then. Leave.”“Go?” Janice asks, the fear clearly showing in her eyes.“Yes,” Cate confirms. “Go.”Janice looks at Page and then over her shoulder toward the gates of the farm. Seeing the way out and knowing that with only a few steps she can be on the road home. The thought gives her a sense of safety, normalcy.So why isn’t she moving?Page and the younger woman looks at. Jillian and I lying on the beach, her skirts and petticoats askew, my fingers probing the moist, pleated folds beneath her panties. Groping in the backseat of my Dad’s ’57 Chevy, her tiny hands peeling back the fabric of my jeans. Making love on the mossy bed of the Muir Woods, soft white flesh gleaming with sweat in the dappled sunlight, the germ of an explosive orgasm building between our thighs. She passed me her camera. The cold metal against my fingertips brought the reverie to a crashing.