Ben wrapped an arm around his shoulder and pulled him closer to him. Joe sniffed, letting a few soft sobs leave his mouth as he rested his head on to...Ben’s shoulder. He felt like such a girl for crying over something as stupid as this, but he had let it build up inside of him for quite a while. Ben rested his head on top of Joe’s head, taking in the cherry scent in his curly mess of hair. Joe let the last tear slide from his eyes, wiping his eyes and deciding to man up. He’d only just. She was wearing a tight T-shirt and 3/4 hot pants. She was looking like a hot porn star. I was staring at her and she was smiling. I looked at her and noticed that she was not wearing any bra under her T-shirt and the shape of her nipples was visible from above the T-shirt. My hardon was filling up. I put the book down and told her, you are looking beautiful. She looked happy and smiled. She asked really or are you just saying this to make me feel good? O said really. I said, I always felt that. ’ *** The gardens at Fairyfield were by stages becoming extensive and the topiaries and tree-shaded walks were put to good use by the boarders whenever they had opportunity. But, picturesque as they were they were not to the taste of everyone, and the more adventurous would often stroll off into the coppice that skirted the boundary of the grounds. It was these wilder reaches that were in favour with Sammy when he was intent on an intimate liaison with a friend. It was to that area he led. His toy. It was a high. His weight on top of her, his cock inside of her. The words coming out of his mouth. ‘What are you then?’ Yours, she wanted to say, but she couldn’t talk. Every time she tried to talk, he fucked her harder, making her moan instead, making her slip deeper and deeper into that floaty surrender. ‘What are you?’ He asked. ‘Yours.’ She tried to mumble. ‘That’s right, you’re mine.’ He said. ‘My what?’ Sex toy. She knew she was his sex toy, that’s what he.