The next day’s early dawn was beautiful and armed withmy camera, a knapsack with food and water, a straw widebrimmed hat and good hiking boots I... set off for thelong trek to the amphitheatre. Initially it was coolbut soon the heat of the sun drove off the dew, atleast the air was cool as I climbed over the smallmountain range. There was only a narrow track and I hoped and prayedthat the small map the old man had drawn for me wasaccurate, for as I stood still for a moment and gazedat the. She asked, “Would you rather he be a virgin the first time that he fucks you or can I let him fuck me first?”Kendra said, “He can fuck you first…besides the other girls say the boy is a lot better the second time in one night.”Mrs. Smith laughed and said, “Yes honey, boys do last longer the second time around and the third and forth time too. Can we take turns wearing him out?”Kendra said, “Okay.”So Mrs. Smith scooted closer to the edge of the couch and opened her legs wider for me. She even. “I know baby, neither have I,” I smiled lovingly. “If this is what love is,” he said softly, “I’ll never be able to love another woman, I love you too deeply. “Our new love is wonderful promise that you will make me a mother” I whispered, pulling him to my and hugging him tightly, “and it will only grow stronger and stronger with time.” He said. “God I have to have you,” he growled, staggering to his feet, his giant peter already hardening with growing expectation. I kissed him tenderly and. That is, until we found a locked door. One that suggested there might've been someone hiding behind it. I hailed the door's intercom."Hello! Is anyone in there? We're here to rescue you!"A moment later, we got a response."Is it safe out there? Is the creature gone?"It sounded like a woman's voice."We haven't seen anything. Looks pretty safe." Really? Okay, I'm opening it."With a whoosh, the door slid open. Behind it was a short, mousy-looking lady. She was a dead ringer for stereotypical nerdy.