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(MMf, ff, inc, orgy) *** I suppose I could always claim it was a case of "guilt by association," yet the least competent of lawyers could dismantle my case in seconds, once my willing participation in earlier Harper get-togethers was aired publicly. The fact is however, I had no intention of ever re- acquainting the girls with their former reckless ways, instigator that I undoubtedly had been in the past. Were it not for Jerry's incessant badgering, I would surely never have caved-in emotionally and accepted an invitation to what was billed - laughably in hindsight - as a "quiet afternoon with some old friends." Having by necessity to return to Australia as I mentioned, we had managed, for two months at least, to distance ourselves from Jerry's persistent pleas to "come over and see everyone" knowing exactly what that was likely to entail. With just three weeks to go before we returned to our home in the US, Jerry played his last card – and I didn't even know it. The call from Warwick was innocuous enough. We had stayed in touch, corresponding mostly by email and aside from the normal pleasantries, had exchanged our views on most everything from escalating fuel costs to Brianna's latest loser of a boy-friend. I have to be honest, just the mention of his daughter's name was enough to conjure up memories of former intimacies between us that would maintain my body heat even in the Arctic Circle. Quite irrationally, the thought of some callow youth attempting to navigate amateurishly her young body, filled me with instant distaste. I think Warwick was of the same opinion. "Jer's real disappointed you won't be able to make it before you leave," came suddenly from way left field. "He really wanted to have a little social get-together for you." I felt a total heel... for all of thirty seconds. "Yeah well I know what Jer's "get-togethers" usually entail Warwick," I replied. "My three girls would be on their backs upstairs before the first commercial break... and that's a best-case scenario!" "I think you got it way wrong my friend," Warwick answered. As far as I know, he just had in mind to ask Connor, Brad, George, Steve and Graham over...maybe Craig as well. Just a few drinks and nibblies is all." "It's the nibblies that bother me Warwick." I interjected. "It's what those guys do best... and hey, was that invite to include their own daughters or was Jer planning on just sharing mine around?" "Nup, everyone's daughters were to attend. Jeeze you're getting paranoid in your old age Noel," he added. Could be he had a point there! "Michelle was looking forward to seeing you too," Warwick added subtly, ladling on the guilt factor. I was right that second, if not a lost cause, something very close to it. "Ok, Ok," I blurted out, emotionally drained. "Tell Jer we'll look-in Saturday afternoon. Just for a few minutes...maybe a quick drink, but that's it. Oh, and I'm having the girls dressed in chain- mail by the way – neck to ankle... just in case he has any ideas! Warwick was still chuckling even as he hung up the phone. *** It was bordering the ethereal, walking through Jer's home again and knowing what sexual eccentricities shall we say, must have been conducted there since last we set foot in the place. Getting on for four years now since my days as a neophyte at Harpers, I wondered just how many other young girls' lives must have radically changed as they inevitably have for my three – all clear of their teens now. I glanced at the couch over near the far wall and could still see Jenna perched on Warwick's lap topless, her skirt crumpled up around her waist as both he and Connor took turns kissing her, their hands roaming her slim body at will, one fondling her still-developing breasts the other perpetrating many a gross indecency inside those light blue panties she has always favored. Although way past their adolescence, none of them appeared much different, certainly none looked their age, Kylie especially. Never was this more evident than as I watched them mingling now with other High School acquaintances who would have been only in years eight and nine at the height of our Harper participation. Sitting in my favorite recliner at Jerry's nursing a JD and ice, the status-quo for me at least, was definitely restored. "You see much of Bob these days? Warwick asked, completely disturbing my reverie. I knew exactly what he was meaning of course - were Angela and Tiffany regular house-guests at our home in Nebraska and if so - full details would be appreciated! "I think they've only been over once since," I replied, "and even that was just a social evening, nothing vaguely hard-core," I grinned. This wasn't strictly true I have to say, but I couldn't see much point in advertising our weak moments. Besides, it was a while ago now. I was watching Natalie chatting to a girl she evidently knew – rather cute little dark-blonde girl who if I'd seen her before at the High School, I had no recollection. I doubt she could have been more than seventeen. "You remember Melanie?' Jer asked, following my line of vision. "Can't say as I do Jer?" I muttered. She must be a couple of years younger than Jenna right?" "Something like that," he replied, "She's been a regular fixture at the last half a dozen parties - really in-demand girl." Sensing an undertow that might conceivably involve me in topics I had not planned to re-visit, I just shrugged. "Yeah, well I can see why!" Even as I spoke, I was unavoidably seeing that trim little body upstairs in the master bedroom, her clothes being indelicately removed by five praying mantises, their hands seeking the gratification that comes from stripping a teenage girl naked on a King size bed, up front of some seriously heavy-duty fondling and petting beneath the sheets. The inevitable carnal knowledge followed most likely by a communal shower and the experience of being dressed again by five very eager fathers. I was impelled to finish my Jack Daniels in one gulp. Larissa I noticed had seated herself alongside Connor and the two appeared to be deep in earnest conversation. Graham, Chloe and Kirsten were away to their right chatting with Paul and Chantelle who even at the distance she was, looked a million dollars in a rather fetching mini-skirt teamed with a midriff top that showed the last couple of years had not added a millimeter to that highly visible waistline. "What do the kids think of you having a wife their own age?" Brad asked. I had been wondering where Brianna might be, but right then I saw her disengage herself from a group of girls near the archway and start walking towards us. "Hasn't been a problem," I told him. "Natalie thinks that having a stepmother almost three years younger than herself is hysterical...she's forever calling her "mommy!" "Hello Noel," interrupted my thought processes. Brianna always did have that effect on me. Looking still sixteen or so and hell she must have been nudging twenty, she sat herself down on my knee. A wicked smile was beginning to contort Warwick's features. Funny how the most resolute of intents can be shattered by subtle perfume and a young girl's bottom massaging your upper thighs. "I've missed you" she purred. "Why did you have to go to America?" Right that second I was wondering myself. "Combination of reasons sweetheart," I replied, "But I have missed you too – more than you know." That brought a smile to her expressive little face. "Are American girls as pretty as the girls here?" she pouted. Not sure whether she meant at Harper Valley or in Australia generally, I opted for safe mode. "Certainly no prettier my sweet," I answered. "and in your case," I allowed my hand to caress her right cheek, I'd have to plead "No contest." "Can I go upstairs with you?" she whispered after a couple of moments. "Shocked," "cornered," "tempted," "comatose," all had relevance here. I was praying none of the immediate group had overheard Brianna's question. "I-I hardly think Larissa would approve," I stammered, realizing immediately that what I was saying in essence, was "yes." "I don't think she'll notice," she giggled. Glancing across the room I was somewhat stunned to see my wife kissing Connor with a passion not borne purely of social etiquette. "Always was a girl followed her inclinations," announced a familiar voice behind me. George was pulling up a chair alongside us. I grasped his hand. "Long time my friend...and yeah, your daughter does appear to be way less shy these days." A smile creased his face. "So, why don't you accompany Brianna upstairs for a short while? I'll look after the girls for you." Looking about the room I could see Kylie talking animatedly to Michelle in the corner, while Jenna had joined Graham and his two girls the other side of the room. Maybe they wouldn't be requiring the chain-mail after all. I had always been going to do it I realized...right from the moment she asked the question. Even as we negotiated the second flight of stairs I found myself glancing at Brianna's tight blue skirt through which the outline of her panties was clearly delineated. I couldn't help wondering just how many lucky guys had been privileged to pull those sexy little undies down the last couple of years. Today though, it was undoubtedly to be my honor once again! Opening the door to the guest-room, Brianna turned her head slightly and I just had to kiss her. Whatever resolutions I may have made, evaporated on the instant. She tasted like the provocative little teenager she was only to be for a few more weeks regrettably. Closing the door behind us, I propelled her to the bed with an urgency I had no right to be feeling. More than happy to accommodate my lustful inclinations, she lay back on the coverlet as my hand delved between her legs, finding solace in the heat and intimacy there-in. My fingers sought out her panties, specifically the crevice mid center, where I traced and retraced the contours of her pussy. Slipping my hand beneath the elastic, I traversed the familiar terrain until my index finger located the ingress it sought. Brianna was making urgent little sounds herself now – more so, when I began fondling her left breast with my free hand. Tugging her skirt higher was the least of problems, especially given my acute motivation and her unforced complicity. Divested of her top moments later, she looked the image of innocent tease, lying there in just her bra and panties, the soft material having worked its way into her vaginal cleft, one bra strap down around her right elbow. "I know I sound such a slut, but I need you to fuck me so bad," she giggled. "Right now sweetheart, a "slut" is exactly what I need too, so don't feel bad," I grinned, one hand already inside the waistband of those sexy pink knickers. They looked even sexier as they slipped past her knees, which she very considerately raised for me. Tugging her bra free was accomplished courtesy of some strategic wriggling on her part, thus rendering her completely naked and at my total deviate whim. There was so much I could have done to her but you know? nothing really beats kissing. Shucking off my own pants and shirt, I lay beside her before pulling her on top of me while hanging on to that curvy little bottom for support. With her breasts resting flush up against my chest, thus providing an uninterrupted view down her cleavage and her hair hanging loose across both our faces, I used my spare hand to align certain essential physiological components. The gentle sigh that emanated from those barely glossed lips bespoke a girl thoroughly at ease with her immediate predicament. Penetrating her deeper still – so easy at that angle, brought back memories of so many pleasurable moments spent with Brianna in the past. "Push in further," she almost whimpered, her eyes closed in silent ecstasy. As the tempo increased, she began arching her back to facilitate a deeper penetration. Able now to suckle either breast as I thrust upwards, I knew she was losing control of her emotions, fully submissive and responding more to the primitive matrix. I wasn't too far off "primitive" myself at the point I was able to discharge my entire collection of impregnated DNA carriers, into her hot procreative cavern. For a full thirty seconds, she lay atop me, small beads of sweat making her hairline damp, her respiration anything but stable. "Was that what you had in mind?" I whispered eventually. "Uh huh!" she managed, that sweet face the image of a satisfied Cheshire cat. Rejoining the group, it didn't appear anyone had even noticed our absence. Natalie and Melanie were still chatting, Kylie was seated demurely on the far couch where Warwick and Jerry had joined her, but nothing vaguely untoward seemed to be in the wind. Giving Brianna one more kiss, I returned to my chair and the refilled glass of JD that someone had kindly attended to. Brad had joined Connor, one either side of Larissa but neither was acting in any amorous manner towards her. They appeared to be deep in normal conversation. Perhaps what I saw earlier between her and Connor was less suggestive than I had imagined. I was beginning to feel bad about my interlude with Brianna. That's 'bad' as opposed to regretful. Right then I noticed that Jenna was no longer sitting with Chloe and Kirsten, nor was their father Graham. Glancing around I could see neither one of them. It was only when I realized that Paul had disappeared too that my suspicions were aroused. Quaffing the remnants of my drink I ambled across to Kylie. "Have you seen Jenna?" I asked her. I thought I detected a smirk on Jerry's face but said nothing. "No dad – she was over with Graham's girls just now," Kylie replied. "Yeah well he's not around either," I semi-growled. "They might have gone outside," Warwick suggested. I could have sworn there was a smile playing around his face also. A cursory glance around Jerry's well-manicured garden five minutes later, ruled that possibility out, leaving options somewhat thin on the ground. With a degree of trepidation I headed back towards the main staircase. Surely she hadn't? Even as I negotiated the last stair I could see the door to the main bedroom was closed. It hadn't been when Brianna and I took temporary possession of the guest room a short while ago. Approaching the door, I could clearly hear noises from within. It didn't sound like a group of people playing Scrabble! Of a mind to fling the door open, I nevertheless opted for the strategic approach and very slowly opened the door. I suppose I knew what I was going to see. At least she still had panties on. Kneeling center-quilt, Graham was in front of Jenna with Paul to the rear. His arms were around her, holding both breasts and he was fondling them stupid even while he nuzzled her neck. I could plainly see how erect her nipples were. Graham's hand was between my daughter's legs and he appeared to be either fingering her inside her panties or simply rubbing her through them. Either way, Jenna was moaning audibly, her arms around Graham's shoulders and her head thrown back, clearly enjoying to the hilt everything they were doing to her. None had noticed my intrusion. Partially shielded by a portable room- divider right near the door, I figured I would just watch for a moment. Observing with a mixture of arousal and disappointment I suppose, I was forced to concede that if this is what Jenna wanted, then it was hardly my place to read her the riot act – especially given my own actions just ten minutes earlier. Like her sisters, she was a young and very attractive girl who evidently saw nothing wrong in taking pleasure where pleasure was up there on a silver platter for the taking. It was my own actions after all, that had led all three daughters "astray" yet watching her there on that bed, allowing both men to fondle and seduce her, I couldn't help but wonder just what actual damage was being done. An "adult" now legally (eighteen in Australia) she was certainly old enough to know what she liked. So taken up were they with what they were doing to her, neither Graham or Paul noticed me standing there, four- fifths obscured. I watched fascinated as Graham began tugging at the waistband of her panties...even more fascinated when Jenna got up on all fours to allow both he and Paul to tug them down past her knees where she wriggled out of them as provocatively as she knew how. Both men were groping and mauling her breasts as they stood out prominently at the angle she was kneeling. "You want to fuck her first Graham?" I heard Paul ask his partner in crime. I cannot lie to you. Just knowing what I was about to witness, caused a copious amount of blood to flow to areas of my anatomy that are not normally up for discussion in polite circles. I'd say the two men were suffering a similar physiological upgrade. More than happy to frolic naked with her abusers, Jenna allowed her ex-teacher to propel her to an upright kneeling position on the quilt, her bottom pretty much resting on her feet. My guess that he wanted to penetrate her front-on proved accurate. All I can say is, she must have been wetter than a sponge in a monsoon given that Graham unzipped before slipping into her with consummate ease and in seconds, was thrusting hard, holding her tightly around the waist. Paul right that moment was kneeling behind Jenna, his hands cupping her still quite small breasts, as he gazed downwards over her right shoulder evidently fascinated by the sight of Graham's penile ramrod disappearing up inside her lightly furred pussy. Despite Jenna's knees staying well apart, I could not make out this level of detail. Not sure whether that was a good or bad thing. If Jenna's willing complicity was ever in doubt, such was allayed at the point she began moaning to such an extent I wouldn't be surprised if they heard her downstairs. Brianna had been set to "mute" by comparison. Supporting herself on Graham's shoulders, I could see her mouth open in pleasured rapture as he came inside her with the full force of a committed lover. Holding her to him tightly around the bottom, he spurted everything he had to give inside that diabolically heated little cavern between her legs. For a moment no-one spoke, I had to check what, if anything at all, had leaked into my own airspace. Fortunately the seal had not been broken. Paul evidently saw no need for a quarter-break, pushing Jenna back on all fours and aligning himself directly behind her. I could see her hand reaching back under her, to cup her pussy. She was feeling I imagine, a heap of sticky stuff leaking out and running down the inside of her thighs. He took her even more forcibly. I could see her breasts quivering with each thrust and hear plainly her moans of pleasure as he pistoned in to her, not ten feet from my place of concealment. "Fuck Jenna," he grunted, "I've dreamed of doing this to you ever since that cruise in '05. When you and your dad went to the US I never thought I'd ever get the chance again..." He wasn't able to add further comment as right that minute nature began to dictate the pace and he found himself committed to adding yet more semen to that already on site. Like his co-worker, he held on tight to Jenna's supremely curvy little rear end, as he jerked himself to salvation. Thinking logically that they might let her get dressed at this juncture, I was more than a little stunned when Graham eased himself off the bed the far side, turned back the sheets, proceeding then with Paul's help to drag my daughter – vulnerably naked and sticky as she was - beneath the covers. Just what they did to her I have no way of knowing, but in the five minutes before I slipped out, closing the door silently behind me, I could see they had her between them and were indulging most every male fantasy and then some, with a willing and tacitly sexy young college girl. I also have the impression she was pulled astride both men in turn and pleasured - digitally and otherwise - to the edge of sanity. Maybe beyond! Relieved of having to make any hard-line decisions as to either Jenna's promiscuity or my own incestuous preferences, I returned to the lounge-room. T'was a questionably bad move! "A little social get together" is how Jerry had described the intended afternoon to me. How "social" can you get? I was thinking, as I watched Warwick kiss Kylie with a healthy degree of passion while Jerry had managed to slip a hand down the front of her dress and was having an uninterrupted feel of my daughter's breasts. Whether coerced by the other two or simply he had noticed the opportunity in passing, but either way Craig was one happy man, kneeling there at Kylie's now shoeless feet, one hand up her dress, doing something that had her legs now at a thoroughly indecent angle. The tableau positively writhed in pleasured decadence. I planned on venting my outrage at Jerry's betrayal but had taken no more than two steps towards Molesters Inc, when someone seized my arm. Turning my head, I found myself staring down at one of the prettiest of visages from my checkered past. "Good Lord Chloe, look at you," I muttered. Indeed, a few years had wrought wondrous changes. Now in her last but one school year, here was a confident young lady rather than a recent teenie. I was still admiring Nature's work-in-progress when her younger sister Kristen came over also. Even discarding the light make-up and semi-revealing dress she had on, I had to gulp in admiration at the yawning gulf between the eleven year old child I remembered and the near fifteen year old Lolita that now lingered beside her sister. "You are both so very beautiful," I told them. If anything, it was a gross understatement. "We missed you at the parties," Kristen whispered. "For an instant I was lost in my contemplations. I had forgotten that of course they still attended the Harper get-togethers and must inevitably have partnered most every male in the place, both together and singly one imagines. I found the reflection momentarily distracting. "Have you seen our dad?" Chloe asked. "He was talking to Jenna a little earlier." Her question put me in an immediate quandary. Hardly able to tell them, "Well as a matter of fact kids, your dad's up in the master bedroom fucking my daughter's lights out," I just passed it off with a non-committal "I think he's upstairs somewhere Chloe." She gave me a mischievous smile which conveyed a higher degree of understanding than I would have expected, then turned her head abruptly in response to a series of loud giggles from behind her. It was Kylie of course. Whatever indecency Craig was perpetrating upon her reproductive system was evidently tickling her fancy, not that she was in any position to either reprimand or encourage him, since Jerry had monopolized the use of her lips with his own. Natalie still seated nearby with Melanie, was even moved to lightly scold her wayward sibling with a curt, "Give us a break Kylie." It was only then I realized that Larissa, Connor and Brad were also absent from the room. How could I have been so gullible as to bring all the girls back to this den of aggravated iniquity? Chloe meanwhile, had seized my hand and was tugging me towards the main hallway. "Where are you going sweetheart?" I asked her. "To find our dad," she replied breezily. Unable to prevent her doing so, I just hoped "damage" would be kept to a minimum. Kristen, catching up with us, grasped my other hand as we ascended the staircase. Reaching the top, who should be ambling down the hallway towards us but Jenna and Paul. Flushed and something less than steady on her feet, my daughter chose her words carefully. "Oh, hi there dad," she muttered, "Were you looking for me?" Looking guilty as Hell she blushed and stood there for a moment, fiddling with her hair. In those few seconds, she obviously realized I knew, for she lowered her eyes and in little above a whisper said "I'm sorry dad." Paul looked like he could use the services of a good defense attorney. "'Tis cool" I replied, "Put a cat among a group of pigeons and you can usually guess the outcome - right sweetheart?" Not sure she saw the analogy there! "Have you seen our dad Jenna?" asked Kristen, totally unfazed by the cryptic content of the recent discourse. Blushing anew, she pointed back the way she had come. "I think he went in there," she answered, indicating the same guest room that Brianna and I had recently vacated. Before I could make further conversation she slipped past us, Paul in tow, heading for the kitchen it appeared. Approaching the bedroom door with the two girls, I pulled up suddenly. "Let me go check," I said. Neither sister looked too impressed with my authoritative stance. Opening the door certainly invoked a raised eyebrow. Larissa was still being kissed by Connor, only sans her dress this time. That I noticed was lying on the floor the far side of the room. Lying on her back literally on the edge of the quilt, she appeared to be at the mercy of the reliably devious Brad Archer who was in the process of tugging her panties down to her ankles while Graham was smothering her lower abdomen with kisses, even as his hands smoothed their way across my wife's barely-covered breasts. You'd think that would have been distraction enough! Nearer the headboard, Michelle clad in just a rather fetching pair of light green panties was being caressed, fondled and otherwise abused, by no less a personage than Steve, aided and abetted by Mal and if you recall - Brittany's father, Keith. All up, six men combining to sexually harass just two vulnerable young women. Jerry must have invited pretty much the Who's Who of Harper Valley I was thinking. Forgetting momentarily about my two charges outside in the hallway, my visuals were interrupted suddenly when a young voice behind me, cried out in obviously shocked surprise. "Dad!!" Graham looked up startled, unsure of which posed the greater threat – his daughters' presence or Larissa's husband? "Well look what we have here," Brad muttered, gazing at Chloe and her wide-eyed sister as he nonchalantly tossed Larissa's panties atop her dress. "Hey, no-one forced her?" he added looking at me, on the off-chance I was carrying a Walther PPK. Larissa was now staring at me - a mixture of seductive tease and gross betrayal. Still, she did look sexy like that. Her pussy exposed...Brad's fingers playing with it. Connor with his hands around her breasts as he kissed her and Graham taking up the slack midway between them. It was no time to voice my discontent. "Come up here both of you," Steve grinned, patting the vacant coverlet between the two other girls. Graham looked like he had something to say, but thought better of it. Hard to plead a case for your own daughters' honor when you've just fucked a friend's teenage daughter senseless and are following that up with some heavy duty fondling of another man's wife. Chloe looked hesitant, Kristen didn't! They had both girls' dresses off in seconds. Kristen, it shames me to say (given her tender age) was a vision of provocative desirability, perched there in the skimpiest of matching bra-panty sets that would afford little modesty even for a well endowed Cabbage Patch doll. Her breasts, once mere speed humps as I recall, were now if anything, fuller than her elder sister's. She knew too how best to flaunt them – giggling and deliberately leaning forward to give everyone in the room an eyeful of cleavage. Chloe, no slouch either in the "am I cute or what?" stakes, appeared happy to allow Brad and Keith to partially strip her as she knelt beside her three-quarters undressed sister. "Chloe - play with Michelle," someone called out. I think it was Connor. Now, accuse me of deviate sexual programming if you like, but if there is a solitary person reading this who considers that the sight of two young and extremely pretty girls kissing and caressing each other's near- naked bodies, an "affront to decency" then I respectfully suggest they go find a cut-price psyche and book themselves in for a long session. It was only at the point Steve suddenly grasped Kristen's arms from behind and held them tight, allowing Mal to tug her panties to one side whence he began to finger her in full view of the whole assembly, that I could drag my eyes from Chloe's activities. Watching the young girl wriggle helplessly while she was thus restrained I have to say, substantially fanned the flames of desire. Larissa even, gasped as Mal extricated what must have been a long-suffering erection which he guided unerringly between the gap in Kristen's panties and into her rather dainty young pussy. She gave out with a small cry of token resistance but moments later was grinding her hips upwards as might a practiced whore. It wasn't enough though to distract Chloe and Michelle from the task at hand. Kissing each other passionately, they had their hands inside each other's panties within moments, both girls obviously quite familiar with the art of pleasing another girl. Watching Chloe's fingers deftly penetrate Michelle's barely concealed pussy, more than made up for not being able to see (at that angle) what Michelle was doing to her younger partner. To judge by Chloe's wriggling hips though, it must have been to her liking. Twice Michelle turned her head to me and smiled. I wasn't sure whether this was conveying a level of sexual bliss on her part or something more subtle, such as "I want you to do this to me later!" I have to be honest, nothing would have given me greater pleasure! Kristen meanwhile was being taken to the edge of reason, courtesy of Mal's incessant upthrusting technique. With Steve providing additionally a free massage service so far as the young girl's breasts and nipples were concerned, it was all she could do to kneel there sedately. It seemed to me in fact, both she and Mal arrived at their orgasmic grand central at much the same moment. She closed her eyes and lay back against Steve just as Mal quite obviously discharged all he had available, deep inside Kristen's vaginal repository. Just what Graham would have been thinking, watching his youngest daughter fucked senseless on the bed almost alongside, might make for interesting contemplation. There again though, at the point I glanced over at his group of sexual offenders I realized he had other things on his mind. My wife for one! They had Larissa completely naked now and to judge by the whimpering sounds she was making, hotter than a pepper sprout. Brad was enjoying himself no end, kneeling beside her, both hands beneath her chest fondling her breasts like a pro. At first glance he would appear to be milking her! Connor was still kissing her passionately while Graham had worked himself into a position of dominance, kneeling right up against her rear cheeks, his hand-held erection more than ready for business. In fact, even as I watched, he worked it between her legs after which he began thrusting in to her like a dervish. Larissa's moans were nothing if not impressive. Normally I may have been a tad miffed by her behavior – not to mention that of her co-workers but somehow in the bizarre environment the nine of us were sharing in that bedroom, rules and etiquette seemed to have fled the scene. Hard to quit smoking cold turkey, I had never dreamed that leaving Harper Valley might pose a similar obstacle. © Peter_Pan 2008 Author's Note: Fully unaware how long this recollection would actually prove to be, I fully expected to have it completed in five thousand words or so. Such is impossible however and like many of its predecessors, needs now to be split into a second part. I crave your indulgence. ** New readers may also not be aware that this is the thirty-sixth Harper Valley recollection. The others chronologically are: Forget Harper Valley PTA Return to Harper Valley Hello Harper Valley: Goodbye Innocence Harper Valley: Endgame Harper Valley: The Way Forward If You're Going to Harper Valley be Sure to wear Some Flowers In Your Hair Harper Valley Pleasure Dome HV Eight We Always Lay 'Em Straight You Never Know Your Luck At Harper Valley Up Close & Personal The Downsizing of Harper Valley HV: New Blood Harper Valley 13: You Call that Unlucky? Harpers Bizarre Harper Valley Angels They Shoot Hussies Don't They? Halfway To Heaven: Harper Delivers Harper Valley: Distant Princess Harpers Afloat Harper Valley: Family Crisis Farewell to Zion Published collectively in paperback as "The Complete Harper Valley" http://www.lulu.com/content/106537 Larissa Harper Valley: Last Rites Ghosts of Harper Harper Valley Fallout Homecoming Echoes of Watergate Harper Valley: Outpatient Enquiries Valley Girl: Return of the Prodigal If the Shoe Fits Hotter Than Hell in Minus Five When the Sun Goes Down at Harper Valley Published in soft cover as a second anthology "Harper Valley: A Postscript" http://www.lulu.com/content/402381 Sisterly Affection Harpers: Moment of Shame Harper Valley: In the Heat of the Night Other information is available on the Peter_Pan website: http://www.geocities.com/phrenetic_ice/wopp.html *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* The author does not condone child abuse, this story is meant as an erotic fantasy not real life. Anyone acting out such scenarios in "real life" can look forward to many unproductive years getting it up the butt by a fellow convict in their local prison. *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* Kristen's collection - Directory 58