”“Hello, Mrs. Mumford.” Sandy was such a polite child, so grown up for his age, but still a kid. “Just call me Susan,” she’d told him, but...it was still “Mrs. Mumford.” James, his dad, was their minister at Harvest Methodist. Joyce, his mom, was in Coffee Club.“Is Mr. Mumford really building a bomb shelter?”“Just for safety’s sake.”“With a transistor radio and everything?”“I’m sure.”“It can be our hangout,” suggested Ronald.“Dad says it’s just for emergencies, but maybe.” They probably wanted. He let her revel in the feeling, as much benefit for him as her. He imagined he could feel her stretching around him, taking him in and making herself especially for him, and only him. He slowly pulled out, near completely, and pushed in just as slowly, a finger finding its way through the damp dark curls at the apex of her thighs to find the hot, damp flesh that was such a secret. He had spent hours on this, learning exactly what she liked, and how to please her. He stroked the sensitive nerve. More

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