My right hand began the slow journey across her belly, moving ever south towards her bikini bottoms, circling, caressing teasing. I began to stroke th... inside of her thighs, and the tone of her voice took on a pleading quality. “Please...” I heard her whisper as my fingers caressed the thin material that covered her pussy. I let my head follow my hand, kissing licking and sucking all the way, while I tugged aside the orange material of her bikini bottoms to reveal her pussy. I slid my body into. I got there around 7:30 and Ryan opened a bottle of white burgundy.One of the best expressions of the French style of chardonnay," hesaid. "Not over-oaked. The essence of the grape comes through." Goodby me. I was nervous, so my glass was empty in about 3 minutes. Keepit together!He looked great - pressed cargo shorts and a polo shirt with loafers.Classy. He smelled great too. His dark, wavy hair was styled back andhe had about two days of unshaven scruff, which makes my heart beatfaster. "I didn't come here to..." Sure you did!" Frank replied, advancing toward her in a confident manner."We got laws against rape, you know!" Betty reminded him, continuing to back up."Rape?" Frank told her. "You came here of your own free will. No court would ever convict me." A confident gleam in his eye, he watched as she unknowingly backed through an opened door that led to his bedroom."Let me out of here!" Betty pleaded, gasping when she was in the bedroom.Frank stepped forward quickly and. .. and here he was in the middle of a secret forest of magical trees, one of the things he adored most, taking care of them, pruning, grafting, climbing on them... What a beautiful place! The house became more visible and in front of it was a large pebbled patio. Shutters close on all windows, a massive wooden front door you reached climbing four marble steps with two stone lions with mouths open in a growl. The keys jingled and one of them penetrated the keyhole crunching the metal, the.