"The next afternoon, when I got home, I ran upstairs to change and in the middle of my bed was a box of twelve condoms. Well, why change, just get nak...d. Which I did.I stood at his bedroom door, naked, and tossed the box to him."Get your clothes off, Danny, I want you bad, right in here," as I pointed to my pussy."Let me get you wet first." I've beat you to it." What if I just want to lick you anyway?" Oh, in that case," and I lay down on his bed and spread my thighs wide for him. Oh, yes, this. While I’m lost in embarrassment and wonder, you jerk up inside me with one thrust. You fill me. With smooth, quick strokes you fill me, and sometimes I wonder how it all fits. My little hands fly to your shoulders and pull you close for something to hold onto. I’m on top. I’m the one who’s supposed to be fucking you. But we both know that’s not me. With another grunt, you lift and push me back on the bed, but this time on my side. I’m surprised by it. You usually like me face down, but this. Then one Friday evening we were invited to the home of Sarah,s oldest good friend Heidi in Buckinghamshire and as it involved travel by train we would stay over and travel back on Sunday afternoon. Heidi and husband Lou had been married a year before us and he had lots of money hence a big house complete with a swimming pool. When we arrived the barbecue was going strong and the beer and booze flowing, other friends in attendance. After we ate we had a bit of a proper party and were soon rather. “No,” Caitlin grumbled, rubbing away goose bumps, “thanks anyway.”“Lunch will be up soon. You should eat…” Marianne let the sentiment hang in the air long after she departed. ~ The sun blazed in the sky, falling slowly to the horizon before disappearing. Its rays still arched over the misty hills of trees.Caitlin donned a set of riding pants and a loose-fitting shirt complete with ruffles. Looking in the mirror, it appeared she’d stepped out of the eighteen hundreds. The riding boots they’d.