I squirmed, the bark rough and exciting on my back. This dryad could do whatever she wanted to me.I ... liked the sensation.Her lips pressed against m...ine. She tasted bitter, like an acorn. I moaned into her kiss as her budding breasts and hard nipples rubbed on my small tits. The tree branches continued fondling my tits, squeezing them up into mounds and pressing them against her flesh."Mmm, you are so beautiful," the Dryad purred as she kissed down my neck. "I'm so glad you walked by." Me,. Sure.”Tuesday, March 6, 2012 8pm“I had my investigator call me at the office today,” Eve said. “He sent me a report on your sister’s activities over the past ten days and it looks like there is a pattern we can take advantage of. Apparently, she and her husband play golf each Sunday afternoon at their club, but Kevin plays with a men’s group each Thursday mid-morning until about three in the afternoon. That would be the ideal time to approach her.”“Good. Let’s go, then,” Jesse said. .Now, I was 18. I was a normal teenager fantasizing about teenage girls, and I had never looked at Mrs Jones twice. She was just a friend's mother, but she had never appeared before me in black underwear. As she led me through the back door, I couldn't help thinking "FUCK! I've just nearly seen Mike's mum's tits! The black lace of the bra against her white tits actually gave me a stiffy I hadn't expected. I was 18. I wasn't into older women, or so I thought.I got a Coke from the fridge and she. . and her family away from home. That's right, three families in all.We spent Christmas Eve with Inez's adopted family in New Jersey, the Andrades. It was a small get-together, just Señor and Señora Andrade, Mayra and Lisette, Inez and myself, plus of course Dennis.Earlier in the day, Dennis and I had a long discussion about Mayra's dad. Señor Andrade, of course, thought that both of us were the salt of the earth, and we both liked him a lot. He had no problems whatsoever with Dennis dating his.