.. I let out a gutteral moan as I feel you entering.... and thrust up to meet you as you begin to bury yourself into me. You're bucking hard, poundin...g, pushing me back against the desk with each thrust, reaching out to pull and twist my nipples, rolling them between your fingers. I lock my legs around your waist, clamping you tight into me, spreading my knees to allow you deeper inside. You thrust harder and deeper, pushing me nearer the edge.....Suddenly you pull out as I protest the empty. .... Sit back and enjoy a wonderful and magical journeythrough Wonderful Land. Let you imaginations soar. .......Chapter 1 - The BeginningThe year was 1948. Allan David Archer was the youngest of sevensiblings. His parents Samuel and Margaret were wealthy New Yorkers.They were very old money and very well off having an expensiveapartment on Park Avenue in the city of New York and a large mansion inthe Hudson Valley.Allan being the youngest (age 10) was still under the loving care ofhis. " Tina?" Well I can't call you by a boy's name while you are being my girl can I?" I answered."Call me if you need help getting dressed." I said as I headed for the kitchen to make the coffee. "Oh, the panties go under the pantyhose, not on top."By the time I returned with coffee for both of us, Andy, I mean Tina, had put on the panties and hose and was struggling with the bra. I helped him hook the back and adjust the straps. Then I had him bend at the waist and pull his breast flesh up and. ”Remember when we were younger and we used to run around naked late at night when Mom and Dad were asleep?”“Yeah,” I laughed, “That was a long time ago.”“Yeah,” she said, “We should do that again.”“You mean right now?”“No, not right now, but sometime.”“Yeah,” I said, “That would be sweet.”Another long pause…“But you know,” she finally added, “Mom and Dad aren’t going to be home for a couple more hours.”“Yeah,” I said, “but it’s the middle of the afternoon.”“So what! There’s not another house.