. . ***** September, 1945… ONE: Models Johnny Walnut said, ‘I’m telling you, Austin, this doll is something. You can take your million-dollar mo...els and throw them all together and you ain’t got nothing that can touch her.’ I regarded him with amusement. He was a funny little man with red hair and the sharpest-pointed nose I’ve ever seen. A photographer, and a good one, he preferred to freelance rather than take a job, although he could have commanded an excellent salary. ‘I like to take. She wore a polished helmet that gave the hint of a faint glow in the autumn daylight with auburn hair spilling out from the back. Pauldrons protected her shoulders and she also wore gauntlets, but it seemed odd to Kal that her arms were bare. He couldn’t tell if it was just the style of the suit since the rest of her body was hidden down below.“I take it you are one of the tower’s guardians?” he asked as they stepped onto the road.“Someone seeking the tower instead of stumbling across us by. I licked and sucked and got a pretty good reaction. Then Mary stopped me, grabbed my face from her pussy and said “Fuck me doggie”. That was music to my ears. For once my cock was really hard and I felt like finally I was going to show this girl a thing or two. I flipped Mary over and slapped her ass. “Show me your hole you slut!” I told her and for once it seemed like I was in control. She stuck her ass in the air, and I stuck it in her wet horny pussy. It felt so good. I was like a retard. I always enjoyed molesting her as she was occupied doing other things around the house. I convinced her to wear dresses and hold up stockings, for my pleasure. I would come home and find mom sitting on the couch, in her stockings, reading a cook book for this evening's dinner and sit next to her and run my hand up under her dress, feeling her long, smooth thighs. I loved the feel of the taught skin as I worked my hand up to her panties. As I did so, mom would slightly open her legs to allow.