Narcissus' paradise. And she slowly moved into the direction of the sounds. They were much louder now, after the doors opened. Creaking sounds they we...re, punctured with sighs like heavy breathing. And before she really saw the source, she knew they were the product of human exertion.The girl seemed to not have noticed her visitor. She sat on a bicycle-like machine. She was silhouetted against the white, milky windows. She worked out hard in a lycra outfit. It left her arms, shoulders and belly. -At Kurtis’s house after sitting down with some beers-As we sat there on the couch, listening to Tool, Kurtis and I started talking. He said “how old are you?” I said back “fourteen.” “Damn girl, you look way older then that!” (I am always told I look YEARS older than I am, more like I’m 20 something then in my early teens.) I replied “I get that a lot.” “You look so much more mature then a 14yr old should…” I blushed because of his implications and I had never really been flirted with heavily.. A delicately light perfume seemed to hang around her as he pressed his lips to the big melons of her breasts bursting from the half cup blue bra. As he kissed and sucked them, his hands squeezed and pressed her full round ass. His hands moving up her smooth thighs to reach up under her knickers and pull and press her buttocks beneath.She raised a leg, her foot resting on the bed as his hand moved over her butt cheeks, fingers teasing and feeling her butt crack, to the wet slit of her hot .horny. The storm lasted three days. My dad was catatonic — he just sat there drinking. He went through a couple of jugs of corn whiskey while the storm lasted. He didn't talk even once... once in a while he would look over to the bedroom door. A couple times he would use the bucket in the kitchen corner I'd set up.I thought I'd go crazy — in the house with my crazy dad and two dead people for three days — no one to tell me what to do, no one to help me out. I couldn't do more for Dad than give him the.