1. Island Fever 4: Paradise - Chapter 19


    Date: 8/4/2015, Categories: Diary, Female/Female, Romance, Written by women, Author: JeremyDCP, Rating: 87.5, Source: sexstories.com

    Actually, Leo was some dude in a lion outfit. Details, right? Regardless, Kaden was happy when he got his picture taken with Leo. Devon, Scarlett and I got pictures with him, too. There were other activities here as well, such as the trampoline dodge ball court, an obstacle and endurance area for adults, and a whole slew of arcade games. We decided to cut out early, though, because Kaden was in serious need of a good nap. He slept the whole way home in the car. * * * It was an achingly beautiful day out as Pamela and I, along with Lindsay's dog Shredder, walked the eastern perimeter of the farm sometime later that afternoon. The air was warm and crisp as the smell of the tall, majestic trees and shrubbery wafted around us. Everything always seemed to happen in a hurry out in the world itself, but here on the farm life was a much slower and more enjoyable pace. This was home to me. Pamela studied me. "Okay, Krissy. You're doing that Disney princess thing again. All happy and overjoyed?" I shook my head at her, still smiling. "I just love this farm. I've lived here my whole life. I never want to leave." "It is pretty nice," Pamela agreed. We stopped for Shredder to sniff a nearby tree in case it had anything to offer. He was actually a pretty cool dog. Lindsay had picked him out from the Sandvika city pound the day he was scheduled to be put down, saving his life by mere hours. That was nearly a year ago, and Lindsay had been his best friend ever since. Though none of us knew ...
    for sure, we had Shredder pegged as part terrier, part corgi. He had an extra round body with short, little legs, giving him a very unique appearance all his own. Pamela and I eventually found a nice, open area of lawn and took a seat there. Shredder danced all around us like it was the most exciting thing that had ever happened to him as we idly sat there and relaxed. "Hey, Shredder. Is this what you're looking for?" Pamela produced and held up his favorite tennis ball in all its fuzzy glory. His response was to launch into a series of vertical leaps as if he was competing in the doggy high jump. I clapped my hands together for him. "You're a good boy, Shredder. The best, aren't you? Look at that form." I turned to Pamela. "You should throw the ball for him." "I should throw it?" She imitated a throwing motion. "I think you probably should." "I might throw it... now that you mention it." Shredder stared at Pamela, then me, listening intently to our conversation, obviously hoping beyond any and all reason that his wildest dream was about to come true and that tennis ball would indeed get thrown. After a few more impressive jumps and a series of whines from him, Pamela threw the ball into the distance and Shredder furiously bounded after it, his short legs a blur, as if his very life depended on it. Pamela stretched her own long legs out in front of her and popped on her sunglasses. "Jeremy called just before you and the others got home from the trampoline place," she told me. ...
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