I paused for a moment and plucked a plump red apple from a tree. As tempting as it was to take a bite, all I could think about was how everything on m...y father’s land was poisoned completely to the core. This place was no heavenly garden. The earth beneath my feet was toxic; the soil, corrupt—and yet… this inviting apple orchard had the ability to beguile any stranger to fall for its charm. I tossed the apple over my shoulder, thrust my hands in my pockets and kept walking. I liked being on my. Gustav Marlin Gustav / Buffy Softpaw Birthdays are supposed to be a grand day. You’re supposed to wake up in the morning and find your family doting over you and wishing you well while your breakfast is being made and the delicious smells draw you out of your restful slumber. At least…that’s what I have been telling myself for the last few years. I woke to the familiar sights and sounds of my room and an empty house. But what should I have expected? It was already 9:30 in the morning and the sun was already shining brightly. “Oh fuck, that’s so good. Keep doing that,” she shouted. Thrusting one finger than two, her arching allowing me to fuck her deeper, I moved my other hand inside her sweater, grabbing her soft braless tit, feeling her hard nipple then pinching and twisting it, driving her even more insane, her body writhing, tensing, trembling as I brought her closer and closer to the edge, hearing her breathing getting heavier before suddenly lifting my finger out of her cunt to the sound of her screaming, “No!.