She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him. It was a sloppy, drunken kiss—Kenny’s favourite. She wiggled on his lap and rubbed her soft, ...ound arse against him. “Hmmmm. Guess my little show is working. I’m going to enjoy myself later tonight. My favourite toy has never felt so big. But don’t you worry ... I’ve not forgotten it’s your birthday. I’ve got something special planned.”“What?”“Something very special. Can’t say anymore ... it’s a surprise.”She stood and went back to the dance. His eyes were glued to her tongue and lips, the feather falling to her thighs. She gasped and he blinked back from insanity. Then they both were looking at the feather and her thighs. She felt herself swollen with need. The feather pleasurable yet taking her to the brink of madness. She needed release and now. ‘Do you want me?’ he asked. ‘You know I do.’ she said, her voice quivering with desire. ‘Spread your legs.’ She spread them wide, her vagina open and free to see. She had black pubic hair. It was early and it would be easy to get a court. I needed to take out my anger on something and it was either pound tennis balls or pound her. I decided to pound tennis balls first and pound my balls against her butt later.She agreed to the tennis game and said she would pack a lunch so we could make a picnic of it. She was good at that sort of thing. Joyce made a lunch of hummus and pita with assorted sprouts, rabbit food if you ask me, but I was getting used to it and I really wasn't. She nearly caught me staring. She gave me a little look. Then she stretched. She put her heads behind her head and yawned, causing her chest to be puffed out. Her breasts looked perfect, the right size and shape. She actually caught me staring this time. She looks me over and then smiles.She writes on a piece of paper, "Like what you see?"I write back, "Hell yes." Me too, wanna do it?" I look up surprised. She winks at me. I nod at her. I stand to leave but I don't get very far. As soon as I.