So I set off to find this door. I walked for a long time and there I saw it, the door. I walked up to it and slowly opened it slowly peered in and saw...a man, standing behind a desk. So I charged, dagger wielded, I leapt the desk and plunged the poisoned dagger into his back. The dagger dissolved and the man burst into a wall of green fire. All that was left were ashes. And as I turned to walk back to the door, it disappeared. I panicked and started to run to where the door was moments before.. I mean really working her over. Especially those big, chocolate-colored boobs. And, well, we all just got carried away.I grabbed Stacey by the throat, and Kaitlin held her feet down, and her hands were tied, and she was screaming real loud and kicking, and all the other girls were just watching and laughing. And Nicole, well, you know, Nicole had a knife and she just, she just kept, you know, working her over, you know, with the knife, over and over. Slicing her up. And nobody wanted us to. I pulled off my top, and enjoyed the feeling of having the warm sun caress my breasts as the breeze played across my nipples. If only my husband was here, I thought. A nice shag to complement the arousal of the waves would be perfect! I put that thought aside, and climbed out to my blanket and started in on my book – a trashy romance just perfect for light summertime reading. I had finished off my first bottle of daiquiri and drifted off into a light stupor, caressed by the warmth of the sun. "She smiled softly, "I think I look good too." Her pupils were boring into mine and I tried to keep the hood of obscurity between us, so as not to interpret that gaze. Mother laughed suddenly, nervously, and much of the tension in the kitchen seemed to dissipated, "I did not even know I had legs until that first time I saw you look at me in that first dress you bought."It was there between us, unspoken but no longer transparent. I was the man of the house and as such mother was willing to do.