We got up, had breakfast and did all our usual things. Every time I looked at Claire I imagined Theo, and I could think about little else. When I fina...lly got home I went straight to my bedroom to pleasure myself again, and that was how I spent much of my home time throughout the next week. Much to my disappointment, we went to a party the next weekend. Claire and Tara took the plunge and decided to sample some alcohol someone bought, and it seemed to take hold quite quickly. They ended up. "Mom asked me the same question." And? Were you?" 'Fraid so, Cara. Does it make a difference?" Of course not. It was just big sister being nosy. Ever get close?"John laughed. "Yeah. Sally Jens was willing, but her mom came home early." Poor baby." She wants to do it when I get back." Lucky you." Yeah, I guess. How about you, Cara? Any steady guy?" Only you for the moment, looks like." Cara grinned. "Looks like you're ready, too." And he was, his prick hot and hard. "Very nice piece of. But try as she might, no words came from her mouth.Then other voices broke in, and Puma’s eyes fluttered open to a blinding bright light, painfully stinging her eyes with its brilliance. Attempting to lift her hand to cover her eyes, it didn’t respond. A mask descended toward her, mercifully blocking the light momentarily while hands raised her head. Fabric was slipped over her head, covering her face from nose to crown.“Remember this one?” Steven asked.“The one I made,” she whispered. Steven’s. She was a plump prize taken only weeks before in a raid on the British Northern coastline. Garth was a huge bearded lump of a man who was often in his cups, bragged incessantly about her "young girl" tightness and her ability to open her rear channel with much skill.Patrick had to admit he was more than curious about her reputed techniques in employing her brown eye to satisfy Garth and several other males approved by Garth to sample her wares.He glanced quickly down on his suddenly quiet hut..