When Kathy left for the Davis Strait, Kay spent about one week in their house before she decided to sell it. The nest was cold and empty it had served its purpose. As she went through all their possessions she found very few that mattered, worn-out furniture, cracked dishes, a worn-out lawnmower, a bunch of
Vicky sprawled on the satin sheets as the waves of pleasure from her orgasm receded. Her senses were returning and the hot throb in her loins included an aching rawness. She had been fucked! It had been far more exciting than her fevered teenage imagination had led her to expect. The orgasm more intense than