“But I was forsaken by her. She stood me up repeatedly in front of friends, older kids in the neighborhood, and told them I was a big baby, didn’t...deserve to do things other kids were allowed. She made me scrub laundry in the basement by hand, spend the time before school doing that and then beat me some more when I got home. I ended up being a creative mind turning my imagination into strange acts that got me ostracized from being allowed to play with the other neighbor kids. In my teens I. ‘Hey!’ she said and smiled. ‘Pretty boring, huh?’ he said with a beautiful low voice. ‘Yeah. I had to come with my parents,’ she nodded. ‘Well, I live here,’ he said and flashed a perfect smile that made her head spin round and round. ‘You live here? Really? So, that was your father? Ugh, sorry! I didn’t know!’ ‘Hey, it’s ok. It really is boring. Never mind,’ he told her with a wide smile on his beautiful face. ‘My name’s Jonas. What about you?’ She had to think for a moment, seduced by his. “Besides, we didn’t bring along birdshot.”“What about tomorrow?”“Sounds good to me.”“Can we come with Daddy?”“We’ll see.”“Yay!”He had no experience hunting wild turkeys, except for the stories he had heard from his grandfather. He and his friends were more interested in the challenges and rewards of pursuing large, fury, four-legged creatures.Before returning to the place where they had seen the flock of turkeys, he read a few articles from Mr. Wheeler’s collection of Field & Stream magazines. He wanted Donna to grab his cock, but even he couldn’t make sense of the words that his crushed lips mumbled into Donna’s underwear.“Meditate, Sammy,” Donna called easing the pressure of her thighs against his ears for the briefest moment, “Focus on my movement as I’m going to take away all sound.”Her thighs gripped more tightly, locking Sam in a dark and silent world. Her core muscles pulsing sending vibrations through her bottom and legs. Sam tried to caress her legs, but Donna’s strong legs.
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