I come from a small rural town on the East coast. I was born in the early 70’s and so the internet and social media didn’t play a part in my child...ood. A little about me: My name's Madison and I'm 18 years old. I have a sister, Alison, 20 years old. My father passed away recently, a hiking accident, he slipped off the edge. They said he didn’t suffer, but I guess they’d say that, even if he had. Regardless of the details, it of course was devastating for a time, but we've all moved past it for. My tongue extended and I descended to lick the fluid from his slit. I pursed my lips over his cock and gave it a good suck. The warmth of his cock spread through my mouth. The silkiness massaged my tongue and his sweet nectar slipped down my throat.I looked up at Emma. “Why don’t you sit on his face,” I suggested.“Yeah, why don’t I do that,” she replied, amused at the suggestion. Emma spun around and placed a leg either side of Pete’s body. I could tell that she wanted to be in control – of. "My daughter," he said. "A battlefield is one of the best places to get killed. And the entire Spring Lands are a giant battlefield. You must always assume that there are enemies at every step. Trust no one." Well, I wouldn't trust a Summer in any case," said Gabriele.Father's face closed, and he said, "Not all enemies are Summers, daughter."The words troubled her, even as they started out, with her father at the head of the column as befitted a general. She and Jordan were about a quarter of. Evan only let her take the lead for a few minutes before he gripped her shoulders and physically moved her aside so he could pass through. She sighed and tried to focus on the scenery to take her mind off her predicament. Her pack was a heavy burden at her shoulders, blisters had formed on her toes and sweat trickled down her spine. The trail grew denser and the terrain more challenging the deeper they hiked into the mountains. They hadn’t passed a single person on their journey which only.