I headed for my favorite spot, a secluded little clearing a couple miles off the main path, under the old willow tree. When I got there, there was no ...ign of anyone. There never was. There is an old legend that this spot used to be used by the witches for their virgin sacrifices a couple hundred years ago. They say it's cursed or haunted. As far as I knew, no one ever came here but me.I parked my bike by the willow, took off my shoes and socks and went wading in the stream. The water was cool. Then: "One mother. Mother, her child think together. Mother have mother-child, mother-child also think together. More mother-child. That oldest memory." How long ago?" Not sure. Long." So it all started with just one mother?" One mother, child. Many child. Then mother-child." A mutated gene," murmured Igwanda. "Dominant, too." And how many mothers now?" she asked the native. There was silence; neither Joe nor Akakha made any move to respond. After letting the delay drag on for nearly a minute,. Height wasn’t the only thing to change. She had grown into beautiful women. She has long blonde hair, blue eyes, long slender legs, a beautifully tight ass, and a huge set of breasts. She is very athletic and spends a lot of time at the beach. All that time she spent at the beach, with her beach bunny friends, gave her a dark copper tone tan only comparable to the girls of bay watch. Even though we had gotten older we still were pretty liberal with what we wore around each other. She saw me in. I was just having such a splendid time up here with you. I guess I got a little carried away. Please accept my most sincere apologies, James. I think I've learned a little lesson today."I replied by just sort of blinking back at her. Marilyn wasn't mad at me? It didn't sound like she was going to tell on me. She was apologizing to me? "I'm, I'm sorry too, Marilyn. Please accept my apologies as well." Oh but James!" she replied most warmly, "you've done absolutely nothing wrong. Don't you see?.