PR-3242 EBOOK

PR-3242 EBOOK
PR-3242 EBOOK
Humping, Pumping Family by Donna Allen
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For every person there comes a time when he must confront new ideas and lifestyles. Each person must adapt to the changes that life presents to him. The young man who enlists in the Army and meets people of varied economic and ethnic backgrounds; the young girl going off to college for the first time; a teenager breaking away from his circle of friends to meet people on his own — all must face different and sometimes shocking ideas and situations and deal with them as best they can. This is what makes a person a responsible adult.

HUMPING, PUMPING FAMILY is a story about the people in an average family and their reaction to a totally different and unusual situation. These people, like many in today’s world, must learn to deal with the new and shocking acts to which they are unexpectedly exposed. They learn to deal with the new experiences successfully and even enjoy them.

HUMPING, PUMPING FAMILY — the story of how one family takes responsibility for the direction of their lives. It holds a lesson we would all do well to learn.

“Jennifer, we’re going,” Sue Robin called out to her daughter. “We’ll be home late. Dad will lock the doors and don’t let anyone in until Bobby gets home.”

“Okay, Mom,” young Jennifer replied. “Have a good time.”

“Cold cuts in the fridge and chocolate chip cookies.”

Jennifer smiled. “I’ll be fine. Mom.”

“Well, okay, bye, now.”

Jennifer breathed a sigh of relief when she heard the front door close. She ran to the window and watched her parents climb into the car and drive off.

She returned to her bed and flopped down. She moved her hand between her legs and caressed herself. They were only going to a party at a neighbor’s house. They still treated her like a baby. Just because her older brother wasn’t home yet they locked every door in the house. It was silly.

She used one hand to fondle her tits as she rubbed her pussy. She would jerk off until Bobby arrived. Then they’d do what they always did when they had the house to themselves.

Fictional reading for entertainment purposes only.

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