”Audrey and Wesley then noticed that the trail they had been walking on had vanished. There were just leaves and grass on the ground, as though that... dirt path hadn’t even existed in the first place. “Where did the trail go?” Audrey shouted.“I don’t know,” Wesley replied. “It’s just gone.”A shiver of fear ran through Audrey’s spine as she recalled all the stories of people who got lost in Red Fox Woods and were never seen again. “Then how are we going to get back?”“Don’t worry Audrey I got a. “Get a good look. This is all you’re ever going to get. I’ll give you a few minutes to wank it out. You can look at me, Scott. But when it’s over I’m getting dressed and we’ll never talk about this again.”“Aunt Cathy,” I said, gasping it out in excitement. “I want to fuck you,” I moaned.My aunt’s eyes went wide before she leaned in. Her boobs swung and swayed and almost caused the rush of delight to flick from my cock.“Filthy fucker,” Aunt Cathy breathed. “How fucking dare you.”Out of control,. But I can’t help feeling rejected when I get turned down. It’s not easy putting yourself out there all the time, and thinking there must be something wrong with you if a guy doesn’t want to see you again.’ ‘Paul,’ I said with authority, ‘you’ve got all the symptoms.’ ‘Of what?’ he asked. ‘Of a love goddess. Or god, I guess I should say.’ He waved his hand back and forth in a negative motion. ‘Oh, no, no, no, Grandma. No, no.’ I just smiled at him. ‘Grandma . . .’ he intoned. ‘What are you. At least there was some sign of life! Then a few shop fronts along was our goal, a slightly shabby sign advertising the “Venus” bar. My watch indicated just ten o’clock and though earlier than we had been advised we really didn’t fancy meandering around anymore so rang the bell. In no time we were being ushered in and what a contrast: a sophisticated, well set up bar area and three delightful female staff, all well and sexily, if discreetly dressed. Invited to a tour on their enquiring if this.