I ease myself to the edge of the sofa with her still riding me until I feel I can pick her up. Still inside of her, I ease her to the floor of her liv...ng room where I'm now on top of her with her legs either side of me up towards her head. I push them back, giving me even deeper access to her desperately deprived pussy., I thrust myself as deeply into her as I can in a rhythmic fashion keeping up the thrusts as she's moaning and calling my name. I know that I can't last much longer as I can. The well worn path that no-one else knew. Snapped branches. Dappled sun. Secrecy prevailed. Claudia found the clearing. Folded her shawl, took off clothes. Dropped money. Lay on the ground, stretching her perfect body. Waited. Always. Counted ten for Mama to return. Waited for Christmas, a happy day and good food. Waited for answered prayers. Had waited for him all her life: phone calls, promises to be fulfilled. She would wait as long as he told her to wait. That's what he had said. Wait until. We even got invited to play at the Teen Civic Center. They built it years ago to keep kids out of trouble. When we arrived at the Civic Center, we unloaded the van that Devon’s father had bought for us. It was the only thing big enough to haul all of our equipment. Once inside, we began to set up. Hey, Lance, look who’s here, Billy said to me in a low voice. Who? I asked, without looking up. Miranda, he replied and pointed her out. I looked up and saw her standing by the pool table with her. I’m never cold shoveling and want to get this over quickly, so I decide to just wear my ankle length coat over the nightgown and add some socks for my feet. I start pulling on the black leather boots that I had purchased a couple of weeks ago on an impulse. I admire the sexy way my legs look in them as they are high boots that ride over my knees, halfway up my thighs. I zip them up and look at myself in the entrance hall mirror…long black boots and a barely there lacy baby doll. I look vampy.