Lisa raised her hand to knock the pieces of the puzzle apart. She didn't want to finish THE STRANGEST JIGSAW PUZZLE IN THE WORLD; she didn't want to f...ind out what the hole in the middle of the puzzle might turn out to be. But then she lowered her hand. Perhaps it was worse not to know. Perhaps it was worse to wait and wonder. Lisa sank back down into the chair at the table. She fought off the fear that crept into the sore muscles of her back. Deliberately, piece by piece, she began to fill in. The next time, however, things were very different. As they counted down the days to the next family weekend, both knew what was going to happen. This knowledge sent the tension and anticipation levels soaring. When the day arrived, they were too horny to wait for the safety of night. And when it happened, the release was so great they couldn't be careful and quiet. That may be why they got caught.By the time Molly and her family drove up, she and Jeff were almost hyperventilating with barely. I arrived with my satchel full of toys, and surveyed the crowd. Couples were beginning to pair off and retire to one of the many cubicles. These were outfitted in a myriad of décor, some with a bed, some with a table, and some with a makeshift exam table with attachable stirrups. There were no alcohol drinks available, which was fine with me. I got a soft drink and settled back to observe. There was no hurry and I wanted to peruse the available subs. There were several young novices with. Julia enthusiastically echoed my comments.I said, "Julia. Your mom needs to know about this. Tell her that her soup is even more delicious if it has three spoonfuls of Carol's pussy juice in it. I suggest you get her to write it in her recipe book so she doesn't forget, and so anyone else reading it will know too." I didn't know whether Vanessa had a recipe book or not. Our mom did, a sort of scrapbook really, with lots of loose pages of recipes she'd cut out of magazines or other people had.