I stepped out of the wood, suddenly face to face with the evening sun that was hovering above the horizon, and a few feet in front of me the ground en...ed abruptly — fifty feet below me lay a small bay, and, maybe five hundred feet away, the sea. I had finally reached the other side of the island!I had to admit, though, that from what I could see it did not hold many promises for someone seeking hardly less than a miracle salvation. Could I even get down to that bay? There seemed to be no way to. He would go on to tell me that he enjoyed our conversations and that he thought I was pretty.Pretty? He thought I was pretty? At first, I was offended but then as I thought about it sitting there in silence thinking on it, I wasn't offended. I was confused."What do you mean, I'm pretty?" I asked. He let out a soft laugh and explained that I had really pretty eyes and how he thought that I was cute when I would blush. What he thought made me pretty was my smile.Thinking back now I can understand. "The finger delved into a soft, velvety warmth.She moaned into my ear, "I want a picture of your cock in there." Oh yeah." And in my mouth too." Fuck yes mum." Morning, Tommy."Mum leapt off my lap, giggling and pulling her skirt down as the postman handed me a letter."I know it ain't for you mate, so it must be for this gorgeous little lady here."Mum looked so bloody sexy as she lowered her eyes and blushed."A Polaroid eh? I bet you'll have some fun with that mate."He winked at mum as he handed. Dad was a construction worker. He was ruggedly handsome, forty-four years old and stood six-feet-two inches tall. He was quite hairy and the dark hair on his head was flecked with gray. His hands and feet were huge. When he walked into mom’s ward he bent down to kiss her, before awkwardly hugging me.After a general chitchat, mom asked me to leave the room and wait in the passage. My parents then spoke for about an hour or so. En route back to our apartment later, dad stopped to buy pizzas for.