One of the figures seemed curiously familiar. I reached for the magnifying glass that I keep to hand on my desk. Over on the far right of the picture,...one woman, as scantily clad as the rest but with her face momentarily exposed as she adjusted her veil, stared out at the photographer. It was, I was certain, Amelia Knight. What a coincidence, I thought, that Miss Knight should appear on the scene and that the Pasha should suddenly experience a revolt in his harem.It was only moments later that. What did you expect?”“Fuck, Annie, you can’t expect me to put this actually inside me! I’ll get frostbite!”For a second I wonder how we’d explain that to A&E. Sarah’s skirt has bunched right up around her waist now, so if anyone came past they’d see exactly what is going on. She quickly raises her bum and moves her skirt out of the way so she’s sitting on the grass.Where the cold lolly has touched her hot pussy, I can see little rivulets of melted black currant juice on her labia and dribbling. The morning was still cool and the time passed quickly.She noticed that the fields of the farm lay fallow. This didn't surprise her, but she thought that she could make a lot of money with those fields.She arrived at the house. She didn't see any signs of life, but she knocked on the door.After a time a bleary eyed Lilly answered the door wrapped in a robe. Daisy noted a slight widening of Lilly's bleary eyes when she saw her. "What time is it?" she asked, sleepily."Almost Eight! I've been up. The boys in my class had no clue how to take care of me. But, I digress; it was the sight of her. All bright with what I assumed were red as her shorts. The ones she wore tantalizing tightly across the rounds of her nicely fattened bottom. That was especially the case as I considered those lovely, lower bare white cheeks I had just seen peeping from under the hemlines of her shirt-shorts she had worn aback in high school as a flag girl.I stopped to smell the roses, nah not really. However,.