Half an hour later, we had devoured them. I said, "Jon, you and Amy go talk with Joe and Barb. Sherry and I will finish the dishes. Will and Katie, go... pack up the tents and other gear."Joe and Barb took Jon and Amy out to the edge of the large rock that overlooked Crow Bay. They talked for about ten minutes. Jon and Amy packed their canoe when they were done. Joe called Will and Katie over for their talk.I went over to Jon and asked, "How did the talk go?" Well, Amy could be fertile. I might be. It was a more sensual love making, the kind achieved through years of familiarity. Of course, he was now used to her – his cock didn’t hunger for her as it used to. His desire to fuck every hole in her body, to pump her full of cum, to claim her as his fuck doll, had slowly gone to be replaced with an intense love but without the lust. She needed lust in order to feel wanted, needed and valued. Perhaps she was a true fuck doll, a cum whore whose value and existence depended on a hard veiny cock. “I said to not move. Now assume the position again.” SWAK! Another raw stripe. “Ow!” she yelled once again, as she reflexively reached back to rub her ass cheeks. “This will not do! At this rate, we’ll be here all day. Stand facing the wall while I figure something out.” I looked around the room, hoping for inspiration, stealing glances at Meredith’s buttocks and the two pink I had just raised. Suddenly, my eyes fixed on the perfect solution; a heavy, solid brass prie dieu, or prayer desk. I. " Right." That's what I love about you, Juggie. No effort is too small."It was their U.S. history text. Jughead clapped it against his own copy with a flourish. Betty took his arm, as she had that morning, and they strolled together down the hall — the beanpole in the beanie and the naked, natural blonde. Jughead was the only boy in the school, other than Archie, who hadn't tried to cop a feel all day. She wondered if he was gay, but it was hard to tell. He hadn't gone nuts over Archie, either,.