"I was born on June 21st, 1958, and I died on August 31st, 2003." He looked into their shocked faces, and continued, "My name, when I was born, was Pa...ricia Ann Johnson."Their mouths literally dropped open while Wendy's hand flew to her mouth, their collective gaze switching to me.I was surprised. In all our conversations, birth dates had never come up, not that we had had many chances for long or deep conversations, but damn! I guess I had figured that the reason we could switch was because we. "?She had takenElizabeth to Jenny's play room, the garage, and had had her kneel, kneesspread, hands behind her head, as she unwrapped her. It had been greatfun, walking slowly around the kneeling girl, unbuttoning a button to revealmore of the teens smooth, creamy flesh; running a hand up the inside of herthigh, feeling the faint trembling of her muscles; sliding her fingers betweenthe teens full, pouty lips, feeling the moist cavern of her mouth suckle themeven as her other hand pressed. He could see his wife was sleeping and had turned onto her side, curling against his daughter as if she was Hitch. Willow had an understanding and kind smile on her face. "Keeping her warm," she told him.Hitch squeezed in and zipped up the tent, quickly into his sleeping bag and pressed into Kieu-Linh from behind, throwing a blanket over them all. "Good night, Willow." Good night, Dad."Willow went with her father hunting deer on their third day in the camp. They'd kept Kieu-Linh on the morphine. I wiggle off your thighs and ease your legs apart and settle between them. I place my hands on your left leg and begin to work the thigh muscles, in alternating circles. Slowly easing my way down your leg, I knead your calf. I reach your foot and pick it up in my hands. Using my thumbs, I rub your heel and inch by inch reach your toes. I ease my way back up your leg and as my hands pass across your ass, my fingertips graze your sac. It moves under my caress and you moan. Smiling, I move to your.