I would read story after story of foced sex. I loved the idea of a family member forcing the other one to relieve their pent up tensions. Fathers, dru...nk, or angry, or sad, hoping and begging and conniving their young sons to help them, to learn, to obey. As I lingered in the gutter of the erotic world, my eyes filling with steaming imagery m*****ation, a*****ion and ****, the sun set, night bugs crept up from the dry beds, and a moonless summer night rose up like one monstrous shadow. With the. Vanessa caught the wafting smell of a femaleorgasm as Jason rolled over, moaning.Panicked, Vanessa slowly pulled the jeans off his leg. A few secondslater, Jason was his old self. She wouldn't have believed it if shehadn't seen it with her own eyes. She folded the jeans up carefully, anddecided that she'd take back that football jersey as well. It wasprobably best to pretend she'd never been here.Heart racing, she left Jason's apartment and drove back to her place.Once there, she poured. .. why are they wearing those little black caps?" Those what?" she asked, leaning closer."Those little black caps."She widened her eyes and covered her mouth with her hands, grinning broadly behind them. "Those little black... ?" she began, then she bent over with soft laughter as I watched, confused. She straightened up, and took a few seconds to calm down. "Oh, that's precious! I have to tell Martha about this!"The little black hat, she whispered, was a yarmulke; the salesmen there were. However, the thought of actually gettingback onto my feet and lugging all my weight across the corridor gave mea headache. I was willing to do whatever anyone wanted, but they wouldhave to make the journey to me.With an unhappy sigh, I risked looking over at the goddess' mostly-evenbattle.Kat was looking a bit tired. Her hair was slightly disheveled and therewere dark circles already forming under her eyes. She looked like shehadn't slept in a month. Nadine, by contrast, looked like she'd.