I was still surprised. The reflection wasn’t anybody I wanted to know. That guy was the total opposite of how I pictured myself.But ... the first ti...me I saw new myself reflected in a still pond? I meant it.Who da fuck is that?I mean ... I knew I was big now ... but I wasn’t prepared for six foot eight. Aren’t Indians short? The Apaches ... ah ... I get it ... the Apache were historically short but in Ohio, amateur excavations of Indian burial mounds tell of many skeletons being exhumed that. This is just a nod to my new home."This raised even more questions. But the fact that we'd actually beat the next closest boat in our division by thirty seconds, made the most news. We didn't make the cover, but we made it in to the next Sports Illustrated issue somewhere in the back. The coach from Emerson wasn't happy, but the past is over. We can't change it.I spent the next month in New Hampshire. I was out of sight and working with the agents. During that time, the summer camps were in. I’ll just toss it aside and enjoy her sucking.Wait a minute. Looks like a few essays. No, they’re stories. Hmmm. Wow!! Hot stuff!! I feel my nipples tighten. My pussy is getting juicy. I feel a big grin spread over my face. This is rich!“Katie, honey. Be a good girl would you? Read this nice little story you wrote.” I ask in a little girl voice while trying to suppress some giggles.Kate’s body suddenly jerks. She gasps and looks up wide-eyed. She seems to be in a panic.I casually wave my knife. She wailed as I rammed into her raw and aching pussy. Anna wrapped her legs around my hips as I started pounding down into her tortured cunt. Her arms were around my shoulders holding me tight. I could feel her rock hard nips scraping my chest as I rode her.“Maaa-aaa-ssssttttterrr, mmayyy, maayyyy I cum?” Her legs were locked to my hips as I drove down with all my lust and needs into her belly.“Not till I do cunt!” I knew she was in hell, so desperate, frantic to orgasm.I loved the way she.