“Oh Jas, thank you darlin," I moaned.“No baby. No thanks necessary. You’re beautiful, and I want you,” he said.Slowly lifting his head, he sli...es his hands down the door to my hips. He pushed one hand between my legs and slowly rubbed my pussy through my jeans and panties.“Oh damn baby, you’re hot. Your pussy is on fire. Why are you so hot baby? Is all that heat for me?” he said.He reached for my button, and then zipper, slowly peeling my jeans from me, leaving me in my bra and panties.“Baby,. Tate Modern held little interest for either of them, but the Tate, the National Gallery, the Banqueting House, and the V and A museum, occupied them most satisfactorily. During the day, that is. Three months of making love together had not made the slightest dent in the desire each had for the other. In fact both came to the conclusion that they had never made love before they met. Growing familiarity merely increased the joy and wonder they had in each other.Back in Maldon, Helen had to. Stef was wearing the smallest pink bikini bottom I have ever seen and she was perfectly tanned to her bikini.Stef was unfastening me now as we fell on to the hay, I pulled her tee shirt off revealing a small bikini top. We rolled about in the hay kissing while taking each others clothes off not having time to look at each others body’s, Stef was lying on top naked kissing me, my hands touching all of her that I could reach as she gasped, she was trying to push on to my cock but she wasn’t. The boys had just about given up hope of rescue. They were in good physical condition, because the older boy had been an efficient forager, but they had nevertheless been close to panic by the time the Kazners had found them.The father and daughter had heard my broadcast from their home in Milwaukee (where they were the only survivors they knew about). They had driven directly to Chicago and had gotten there — and run across the two boys — five hours before we had.I wondered about the.