..”“Typical! Good girl!”“Have you still got Granny’s and would you let me give it to her?”“Happily but it’s a bit old fashioned.”“... don’t think that will matter one bit. I’ve always thought it beautiful and I’m sure Grace will.”“OK.”“Could I give it to her when we come to lunch and then you can join in the fun as well?”“That’s a lovely idea.”“Thanks, Mum, very, very much.”“Not at all. Much better than just sitting in its box in a drawer. I may have to steal a bit of your Dad’s precious gin to. John could see Marlon’s lips twitching; it was almost as if he was quietly praying that she wouldn’t stop him. The dark flesh of Marlon’s hand was now meeting the white flesh of her thigh. Fingers were between her legs rising slowly to her mound. As her mound came into view Marlon took a deep breath. He was now in a state of heavy excitement. Soon her panties were in full view as the hem of her dress was pulled right back. Her pussy could be clearly seen through the thin, see-through. "Mark, it is OK. We are very close, you and me, Very close!". We can be honest with each other. our recent snuggles have not gone unnoticed," as she pulled me tighter. "You mean so much to me darling. I... well, uhh... I have feelings too. I would not be truthful if I did not admit that you make me horny too," she giggled. "You, well... you know, you pushing your hard young manhood makes me want to take care of it for you, sometimes I wish... well oh damn it!"I was now hard and about to shoot. What I am interested in is going there. I want to go there and express my love to each of these rich, nuanced characters in a physical way.Understanding these characters can only go so far. There has to be a way to express my gratitude to them for the gift they've given their very lives to give me: an endlessly entertaining, endlessly rewoven tale. The thought consumes me. Rokkenjima belongs to all of us, but most of all, it must belong to me, who loves it best.Like many of the Witch Hunt's.