I was invited in by an incredibly gorgeous brunette in a tight, black mini dress and heels.“Please come in. We’ve been expecting you.”“Excelle...nt. My name is-““D,” She finished for me. “Of course, we’ll call you whatever you want us to call you. We have no names. They aren’t important to us unless they are names you decide to use on us.”She closed the door as I stepped into the foyer. It was marvelously appointed in a classic, almost victorian style, with bold colors muted by subtle lighting. " Yes, but now I can lay my head on your shoulder and I couldn't before." As if to prove her point, Tory stepped even closer and laid her head on his shoulder, gently nuzzling his neck. She was pleased when she heard a low moan escape from Mitch's throat as their bodies slightly grazed each other."What are you doing?" Mitch asked, with a slightly husky voice."I'm proving my point," Tory replied, innocently."You feel good in my arms," Mitch said barely above a whisper, as his hands snaked around. Ingeburg washed and aired the bedding which had taken the brunt of their nightly activities. Then, while she was watching the kiln, Pelle applied a fresh coat of linseed oil to the wood framework of the cabin or renewed a few damaged shingles on the roof. They camped out at the kiln at night, and more than once they consummated their love under the starry sky.By Tuesday of the next week Pelle stoppered the vents of the kiln to let the fire die down and by Thursday he found that the pile was. She was naked and I could see where she had indeed shaved her twat right before lying down with me.As dawn struck, Mom and I rose, covering our bodies as much as possible to ward off sunlight. Her bosses probably thought that she had converted to Islam or something. I had Heather’s blood for breakfast, while Mom had Natasha’s. Neither girl complained as they knew that we couldn’t have solid food anymore. What we would do for lunch was anyone’s guess, but at least I wouldn’t be in high school.