He leaned, brought the cigar to his lips then took a lengthy drag filling his lungs. Her lips were lightly gaped as steady heightened breaths breathe...d passed. Her eyes shifted blindly behind the blindfold. She could smell the fragrant aroma from his cigar. She felt him tighten the grip of her hair then guide her head turned his direction. She smelled the heavy smoke, felt it blow against her lips then lightly tasted it as she inhaled. He took another lengthy drag then brought his lips nearly. The very moment he would he begin to feel the need for release, Beauty would back off.How she had changed! The horns growing longer on her head only hinted at the remarkable evolution of her boundless potential. Gone was the mute, sex-hungry, wolf-child that had attacked him so long ago.His body was her instrument. His desire was her music, and she played it with unmatched skill, endless patience, and unmistakable joy. Beauty’s every soft, blissful moan of pleasure at the taste and texture of. As one hand stroked at her swollen bud, the other playfully pinched her pert nipple as she sighed and moaned. I feared someone passing by would hear us. I brought my fingers from her nipple to her mouth for her to suckle but her excitement was to forceful to muffle with such a simple solution. I withdrew and turned her around, hoist her up on the window sill, put her legs over my elbows and entered her again. We kissed, our tongues playing, my sex hungrily gliding in and out of hers. Her arms. But this tale is not about his Daddy. This story is about Otis and that poor sweet Ida Mae. You know, Big Tom Stewart's little girl from the Corners over on County-line road. She is such a lovely chile and only sweet sixteen. A real babe in arms, you might say.I will tell you up front.Yes, she did get pregnant.Yes, it was Otis who was the Father.Yes, her Father did kick her out the front door and Otis set them up in that shack over on River road. It was one of ones that got flooded out back in.