“Just wash your hands in the bathroom to your left and then go into the bedroom, get ready, and lie face down on the bed.I will be with you shortly�...�� She watched him silently turn down the hallway then she walked into the kitchen, placed the money in the cookie jar on the counter, and found a vase for the flowers. “He’s a little older than my regular punter,” she thought. “But he is considerate, I wonder how he will be?” Her hands shook a little with anticipation as she placed the flowers in the. As soon as I was done, Nicole jumped off of me and was on her back. Becca quickly left my side. She moved between my daughter’s open legs and began lapping at her pussy. It was almost like they’d practiced this move in anticipation of this moment.Nicole saw my quizzical look. “If you haven’t figured it out yet, Becca’s a perverted sicko. She’s been talking about eating your cum out of my pussy ever since I first told her how we jerked off together.”There was a loud slurping noise as Becca. If I go out on my balcony, I can often hear people walking through the woods and sometimes even catch a glimpse of them. Some evenings or weekends, I would slip into the park on a small path that deer have worn between the park and the small grassy area behind our building. You have to know its there to even see it and you have to be used to following deer paths to stay on it.What I was really thinking about was an observation tower about a mile into the park. It was still labeled an. The only people they saw from outside their village were those from the mountain village who joined them once each year for an autumn feast, where the young could dance, and seek marriage partners for the long winter months ahead.No one else had come to the village in the memory of any of the elders. There were no roads that led from the village, only trails that led to the hunting, grazing, and planting lands that surrounded it. They were a happy people with no other particular cares.One day.