There is a tribe of amazon women somewhere in those woods. Crazy bitches the bunch of them if you ask me. And don't get any ideas – there are also b...andits, goblins and all sorts of annoyance in there, so I suggest that you stay the fuck out.Do you feel that breeze? That's the great ocean over at the bay to the east. Zatakia has the only real port to speak of around here. You can catch some big and juicy crabs there – and just not the kind you eat... Eh? Oh come on, that was funny... well. I drifted back to the time when I had first met Karen. I hung out with the other car nuts during high school. I had a black and red GTO that used up most of the paychecks I had from my part time job. Karen was a friend of another member of the group. A bit of a wild child, she just hung out on the fringes.It took awhile, but we became friends. I got to know her better. She had a troubled family life and being the way I was, I took it on myself to make her life a little happier. We started to. I kissed her. She was wonderful. We kissed harder, our lips pressing against each other, our tongues moving together. She began moaning. Oh my God, this was incredible. She was incredible. I slid my hand under her dress, feeling her breasts. They felt amazing. They were- No. What was I doing? This was my sister! The one who had harassed me for our entire childhood. My rival throughout high school. Little Miss Perfect. I pulled away from her, feeling disgusted with myself. “Felicia, we can't do. My son would usually sleep until four in the afternoon so I had the privacy to do I as wished as far as what to wear. I would usually come home, strip down to a thong, pickup my sun oil, and dark sunglasses and be on the deck by one o'clock. Sometimes ice tea, or a wine cooler would be my refreshment for the day. I knew some of my son's friend would often come by to go out to the local Hooter's before he went to work but that was never before late afternoon. I guess I was napping, laying on my.