” Cindy was talking seductively, coaxing Samantha into her games. “It feels, ung, really, uh, nice, oh.” Samantha was adjusting to the tempo of ...indy, and she was really enjoying it now, letting out moans instead of screams. “Good girl.” Cindy said, while sliding her hands onto Samantha’s hips, and thrusting into Samantha’s pussy. “Does it feel good when I fuck you underwater? Huh, does it?” “Yea, uh, it feels really good, unh.” “What feels really good?” Cindy coaxed. “You fucking me. You were kind enough to let me. For that brief time you opened my eyes to a whole new world. I absorbed everything you told me. I became a better person because of that. When the year was over I had to move on. You understood my visits would be limited in the coming year. Though when I did come to visit we would sit for an hour talking. We caught up with what was going on in our lives. Another year had passed, I had to move on once again. At the last visit in the year you took my hand as I was. The classic example I can think of is the bride. You're at the wedding and she walks down the aisle, looking beautiful and pure and unsullied by the lustful behavior of a man. Of course that's not actually true, in most cases, but it's easy to believe as you see her advance towards the man whose lustful behavior she's about ready to accept. So you view her in one way as she approaches her new husband.Then they go off on their honeymoon, where you know what they're doing. And when they get back,. "IF -- and I mean IF -- she's a virgin anywhere, fix it."This was a mess. How old was Teresa, anyway? Fourteen? Fifteen? I didn't want to go away for child molesting...Mack cleared his throat. "Pete, there ain't anybody in this room that doesn't know what you're thinking. You're covered -- isn't he, Charlene? Teresa needs to learn about consequences -- they don't teach that shit in school any more and parents aren't allowed, either, generally. But you know and I know and Charlene knows she.