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Chapter 18 by Torg Torg

What's next?

You are awakened

You try to brush away the haze of sleep, but it's a losing cause despite feeling a nudge on your shoulder. Subconsciously you hear Loretta's voice whispering into your ear trying to wake you up but you ignore her so you can enjoy the erotic dream of being smothered by Loretta, Connie and your cousin, Marla.

While you fantasize about spraying the trio with an endless stream of semen from your cock you are suddenly awaken with a violent shake.

"Wake up, boy," the withered old face of Loretta's father stares down at you as your eyes adjust to the light cracking over the horizon.

Panicked thoughts race through your head. Did you talk in your sleep and mumble Loretta's name?

"The tow truck will be here in half an hour," he says matter of factly, not giving a slightest hint if he understood the puzzled look on your face. "Breakfast will be ready by the time you're showered and packed."

"Thanks, sir," you mumble, rubbing the sleep from your eyes.

Stumbling into the house you see Loretta coming down the stairs, dressed in a white tank top and flowered skirt. She beams a smile at you. "Good morning, Mr. Doe," she says. She winks and licks her lips.

"Good morning, Loretta," you reply, walking past her to head to the bathroom. As you shower, you silent curse to yourself for missing the opportunity to take Connie's virginity and having a threesome, last night.

The three of you quietly eat the simple breakfast of fresh toast, bacon, eggs and black coffee before the tow truck arrives.

The farmer nods. "Don't be a stranger. If you're ever in town again, stop by. You were a very pleasant, unexpected houseguest."

You offer your hand to Loretta. It feels awkward saying bye to this beautiful farm girl after taking her virginity only a few hours earlier.

"It was very nice meeting you," Loretta smiles with a wink.

When you finish shaking hands, you notice a note she slipped you. You put it into your pocket without her father noticing. She whispers quickly into your ear, "Don't read it till later." With a kiss on your cheek, you leave the house and walk to the tow truck.

In the tow truck, you reach into your pocket for the note:

Hey John,
I enjoyed our time last night, and was wondering if you'd want to come
play again? I'll be at the mall next saturday. Call me, alright? 532-555-1934
Love, Loretta
P.S. I'll bring Connie. She still has a cherry to pluck!

It looks as if your week is looking up, and you won't be spending all your time at the family reunion.

You Win!

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