”“Then why have you a trouser bulge Mr D’arcy?” Mr Bennet observed.“Father!” Miss Eliza declared, “Do you really expect me to conjoin wi...h Mr D’arcy without a promise?”“Oh really Mr Bennet,” Mrs Bennet declaimed, “Would you let just any Gentleman sample your daughter without a promise.”“Actually,” Eliza observed, “Now you mention it his trouser bulge looks most promising.”“Come on man, make a promise,” Mr Bennet ordered.“Very well, ten guineas and ten more if she pleases me,” Mr D’arcy. I reached under her and pulled her shorts off. She wiggled her fingers to me to come get it. Reaching behind her knees, she pulled her knees to her tits, giving me unfettered access to her luscious wet pussy. It was cleanly shaven and glistened with her wetness. Her aroma was fresh and flowery. I kissed at the inside backs of her thighs as I drank in her aroma. Her hips wiggled as she begged for me to lick and suck her swollen lips. Using both thumbs, I spread her lips as juices flowed. Then. " Mr. Olsen grinned at me, proud of himself for guessing correctly about me. I said goodbye and took off running back to town. He waved and said so long. He had given me enough information to ponder but I still didn't know why his truck came down the hill the way it did. Had Sid, Freddy and Bobby come back to the pond that summer? These were things I would find out if I ever came out that way again.Heather told us she was going out that night. I warned her not to wake me when she came in and. ’ ‘OK,’ I said, trying to get some blood to flow back to my brain, ‘a dozen.’ ‘Not even close,’ she replied. ‘I have more than forty bras that I wear regularly!’ Now this got my attention. ‘You have what? More than forty bras?’ I asked her. ‘I thought you told me a few weeks ago that they’re more expensive in your size?’ ‘Yes, silly,’ she said, ‘that’s just the point. I buy them whenever there’s a sale or some kind of promotion. I wait for those and then I try to get a discount by buying as.