"Why, do you need to get home?" I have got a bit of work to do for tomorrow," Paul says."You said summer was your slowest season?" I ask, frowning as ...Paulstarts to fidget uncomfortably."Well, it's not like I have NOTHING to do," Paul mumbles."Do- do you find me attractive?" I ask."Well- yeah, of course I do," Paul replies."So, then..." I coo. "How about we go back to your place and I can, youknow, 'help you out'?" Are- are you sure?" Paul asks, his eyes widening in (what I assume. Just the thought of her father's cock started her cunt to twitching. She reached beneath the covers of her bed, slipping her slender fingers inside the waistband of her bikini panties and massaging the little button at the top of her slit, feeling the tiny sparks of electricity shoot through her.She closed her eyes and imagined that it was her father's fingers touching her, probing gently as her hips began to arch and squirm on the bed. She eased her middle finger into her cunt, feeling the. That was going to be our new normal.“How long does it take to heal for broken bones?” asked Montoya. The others looked at him and he added, “What? I never broke anything.”“Well, it took me about two months,” I replied.“You broke something? What’d you break?” asked Riley.I nodded. “Oh, yeah, back in high school. Busted an arm and a bunch of bones in my hand and a foot. Must have been five or six years ago.”“Were you in a car wreck?” asked Nanda.I shook my head. “Nothing so simple. Some guys went. “I’m going, too,” she said as she slid out of bed and quickly pulled on her clothing.In moments, they were hurrying down the hallway.The Prison PlanetAfter arriving at the wheat field, Morales retrieved his scythe where he had left it hanging in a tree, and cut a swath down the side of the field. When he thought he had a load, he began picking up the cut stalks. Remembering the pictures he had seen, he tied the stalks into conveniently-sized bundles ready for threshing. After only a few times,.