“No, you will lie and we will run round like headless geese and waste many hours,” I assured her, “Intelligence has to be gleaned carefully and ...ethodically.” The dark hairs were falling away. She stopped breathing in fear. “Breathe you silly goose,” I whispered. My blade touched her clitoris. She reacted violently with a shudder.“Ah a passionate girl, I believe you will enjoy the interrogation as much as I shall,” I whispered as oh so carefully I removed the mass of dark hair and revealed. The pressure of his cock against my pussy lips was incredibly arousing, as always. I pulled my knees up and began to grip his erected cock with my soft pussy mussels as he slowly slid his hot rod further and further into my juicy pussy. My fingers clawed across his back, a lust for him consuming me, fucking me once again.The pressure of his cock in to my pussy, against my clitoris, against my velvety pussy mussels was so smooth and so incredibly erotic and so arousing that I moaned out loud. My. So I turned my horse around and went back. After I returned to the fork and took the correct trail, I soon passed from the swamp to flat-woods. Flat-woods are different from other forests. Forwards, backwards, and on either side, the pinewoods are ever the same for great distances. It is this monotony, this utter absence of landmarks, that makes it so dangerous to wander in. The sand is deep, the sun is hot, one place is like another, and the palmetto shrubs that cover the ground between the. In a strange way that was why I probably understood what Josephine was saying last night about Emily's dad Tom - it kind of made sense. I sat down and started to eat a full breakfast that Mum had cooked."She sounded nice, Pete! I'm glad you got a girlfriend, Darling...you need to explore the world...you need to stretch your new horizons and feelings, Darling!"I really missed not having a Dad; life was a bit awkward when I was a k** because everyone had a dad except me. I don't know why I.