As we drove to the movies on the outskirts of town I couldn't help but glance at my mother's fabulous legs and imagined, as I often did, what it would...be like to have them wrapped around me. What would it be like to be my father and have that pussy to fuck every night?"What are you thinking about?" Mom said with a smile."Me, oh-uh, nothing much." I answered."You have to be thinking about something." She said."I was just thinking how pretty you look tonight." I said."That's sweet of you to say.". Me: Typical slut behavior, I see. And why do you carry so much attitude with you, girl? The other day, you called me a “bitch” even though it was your fault.Boy: Dear lady, I am already aroused and now your presence is making me turn wilder…I looked at the boy for being a little too bold. He corrected his sentence by saying that if I were of his age too. I found that cute and gave him a smile.Me: I would like to see what beauty this college bitch here possesses. Take off your clothes.Girl:. Looking out to sea, you could watch the wild Atlantic rollers heave by to break on the mainland. Looking inland over a small dune patch of grass, small rocky cliffs rose up to meet the wild rugged landscape of the small island. There was a cave in the cliff that we had occasionally spent the night in when an unexpected storm trapped us on the island. We had even spent a few days trapped there during a particularly wild season. We had brought up supplies to fill the cave and we had food,. When we purchased this house in July 2009 the previous owner had constructed a tree house in the arms of an aged oak tree in the garden, it was huge and had been cut back a number of times, and had an abundance of foliage from March to October. When we moved in I never realised the tree house was positioned slightly above but with an interrupted view into the master bedroom of the house. In fact it was that close to the big bedroom window that I could touch it with a 4ft stick by leaning out. I.