" As Terry spoke she had been holding my hands. Moving them over her face and budding breasts,running them over her petite frame. I could feel her rib...s,her nipples hard and small. "Please don't be mad at Us. Please don't hate me. Just love me.Take me and make me a Woman." I heard Emily's breath catch in a silent sob,I felt Terry's hot tears falling on my hands that she was now replacing over her nipples. High from the effects of the weed and beer. Higher from the scent of sex and the. None of the tapes had tags on them to signify what was on them. Hewas watching them because he was extremely interested yet he feared ofwhat he might find. He assumed that they would be porn or something worsebut they were actually recordings from Dave's childhood when he mother wasaround.She was a beautiful, plump looking woman with an air of class to hermannerisms and dress sense. In the videos, she played with the young boy,laughing and chuckling lovingly as they rolled around the grass.. Sleeping nude was a must, especially this time of year, though it was very frowned upon during training, so she wraps herself in layer after layer of light, semi-transparent cloths. Supposedly dressing like this was supposed to help keep you cool, and to some extent that must be true.She steps out into the central sand covered courtyard. She'd seen many a great battle here, but as she looks around she couldn't help but feel nostalgic. On the other side of the clearing was Sara, the closest. Rochelle turned and looked over her shoulder at me as Vanessa smiled slowly.“Oh really?” Vanessa asked.“Yeah. You interested?” I asked.“Might be.” She replied coyly.I stood up and boldly held out my hand.“So let’s go.” I said confidently. Vanessa looked up at me and slowly rose.“Cocky huh?” Vanessa said, taking my hand.“Yeah, he’s like that.” Rochelle commented, watching us.I slid my hand around Vanessa’s slender waist and pulled her close to me. I could smell her perfume and the alcohol on her.