That means we have to get the trip out of our system. Tomorrow at six you'll do a five mile run, but tonight we will stretch out and walk the one mil...e nature trail." With that they all got up, several holding flashlights and started walking. I was going to let them to it but Taylor stopped and looked back at me, "Come on Uncle Scott. You can walk with me." She held out her hand. Well I couldn't refuse so I stood and held her hand as we walked the woods trail.We caught up to Sarah who was a. The girl stayed seated on the blanket, resting on one arm. Jonathan looked at her as she sat with her legs curled up under her long skirt. She was a beauty and no mistake. Her dark curls framed an oval face that was pale but for the red lipstick she wore. A hint of breast showed between the collars of her blouse and Jonathan quickly averted his gaze. “I’m so sorry,” he said to the man. “I heard a noise. Curiosity got the better of me, I’m afraid.” “Well, no harm done,” the man said. “You look. You gotta fit." Dione nodded again."The interview is a ritual you gotta follow. This is your last chance to get out. Still wanna play, bitch?" Dione pulled her shoulders back and stood tall. "You wanna get the fuck on with it, or what?" she replied hotly.Lucille smiled. "OK, white girl. Get naked!"Dione jumped with surprise, and started to wonder how extreme this interview would be. But again, she was desperate to join and, well, she'd been butt naked in front of plenty of girls before. She. My mind drifted to Linda Pritchard. She was mighty fine for a woman in her late thirties. A pair of nice titties filled out her blouses, and her ass was only a little too plump, but that added some nice curves to her. Heather would be a lucky gal if she looked half as hot as her momma in fifteen years. I bet I could slip into bed and fuck her without even waking up her husband Elvis.The thought of fucking a woman next to her passed-out husband sent a dark thrill through my body; my pecker.