The woods were silent today, as the summer's cicadas had mated and burrowed into the earth. Their young would return to the surface in seven years. Lo...oking at the changing foliage the venturesome lass noted that in spite of today's heat there had been some cold nights in mid-September. As Brenda walked, her mind roamed to the final events that contributed structure to today's foray, as they had occurred within the past two months.The weekend following her encounter with the Old Man's phallic. Suddenly, Martha began to moan and said, “Oh fuck yeah, Brad honey, your big cock is hard as a rock and feels so good in my pussy. Fuck me, boy, let me see what you can do with this big, young cock of yours.”It was hard to believe, but it seemed that Brad’s cock was hard because of watching me being fucked by Steve. I don’t know what kind of psychological issue that implies, and why watching his wife being fucked made the difference, but his cock was hard for the first time in almost three. She didn’t put the lights on, but took me across to the window, opened the glass door, and we stepped out onto the balcony. The view, although in one sense well known to me from ground level, was nevertheless stunning. Across from us was my office, all quarter of a mile long and three storeys high, floodlit and with the office lights shining through the windows. Turning slightly towards the harbour there was the Ocean Terminal, again floodlit, but this time in a range of pastel shades, and. That line! How she wished she could still roll her eyes!Why can’t I condemn you instead? Something in Celeste knotted as the thought of Alyssa trapped in stone hit her.Remorse.No. She steeled herself against the gnawing humanity. I have earned this. I’ve suffered long enough.Alyssa’s body pressed against her. The supple humps of her ass. Soft tickles from the ends of her long brown hair as the young man leaned over her. Kissing sounds snared the air and Celeste longed to feel lips.