An evening at the opera, I stand in the « posti in piedi » to watch la Tosca. A young woman glues her body on mine in the dark. My hands and my fingers explore progressively her nether regions. I play her body and I drive her to climax at the very moment where Floria Tosca screams in despair. Slow. The story becomes hot during the 1st act.
A Story of Feldare
Willem, a young lad living on a dairy farm, discovers his brother has a secret when he's needed to help that brother out of a sticky situation.
The late afternoon sun cast long shadows across Redwood Estate as I patrolled the neighborhood, the call for a "disturbance" involving two young women ringing in my ears. At first, I thought it was nothing—just a couple of kids making noise. But when I arrived, my heart skipped. Two identical girls, standing naked in the street, explained it was their family's tradition. The law had an exception for cultural practices, and there was nothing I could do.
Since I wrote 'Lost Wife' I've been think about the stories my wife told me all those years ago. Now I think there was more than a grain of truth in them all. The three guys in the Supermarket car park story was told and re-told a number of times and not all the details matched. Well I have spent some time on this particular story and have put all the elements together and come up with what I think is the best and most accurate account
Bill Matherson was no saint, but he was a goodish man and a loving father. Neither of them intended for it to happen, events just seemed to conspire against them.
A randy young man discovers personal advantage over the strong women in his family. Taking advantage of that advantage proves challenging, however. It risks destroying his chances and the family's integrity forever.