I turned and slipped into the closet, sliding the wooden door shut in front of my face. I peeked out through the wooden slats and saw my sister come i...nto her room, naked and toweling her hair dry. Kristy ran the towel over her face and then lower, drying the rest of her body slowly, as if she enjoyed the feel of the rough terrycloth against her soft skin. Kristy has an amazing body and I couldnt help but blush with admiration taking it in. My sisters movements were languid and drawn out,. Besides, most pot hunters don’t backfill ... they are as messy as it gets. Archaeological sites are a disappearing resource.I went back to town ... not that town is all that far away. Sliding down Old Baldy ... that is a problem with the valley; Old Baldy is in the way. It’s like my Dad’s stories about living in the country and schooling; one room schoolhouses and winter weather; up-hill ... both ways.We came out on Dover and headed for Gufstasons; that marvel of a five story hardware was built. ?Keep going, don’t stop now.? He orders, realizing how large her breasts really are as she lets the full cups slide off her milky white flesh, her grapefruit sized breasts bouncing, swaying as she grips the bra in her left hand, begins to toss it toward the pile while reflexively covering her large, pale nipples with her right. ?No? Here!? He again grins as he reaches out with his free hand. Tossing it toward him, he catches it, again lifts it toward his face, smelling her. She was usually too occupied with more important things to bother withsuch trivialities. Still, this one time left her annoyed at herself,though only briefly as she pushed it out of her mind. Smiling, Gretchen picked the vial up from where she'd left it and held it up to her eye to stare at for a moment. Knowing that being left out overnight wouldn't hurt her little treasure, Gretchen reached for asyringe and filled it with her serum. "That should do it" she mused toherself, ignoring the.