I was shagging my lund thinking about tun tun(she was a comic actress, was very ugly and fat.)I replied. “pretty good answer.” She responded. “w...ll u promise to have sex with me tonight?” My question surprised her. ”yes, i do.” Was her short and sweet reply. “well in that case i am coming to you home.” “don’t you dare do that. It was a lie. You told me we were playing a game.” She said “but game was only of three questions. It was the fourth one.” I replied “hay! Don’t try to be too smart. We. As I carefully and gingerly tried walking past the small crowd, hubby encouraged any one who wanted too to reach over and tug on a line. It was a mix of pain and pleasure from all the attention as several in the group took him up on the offer and pulled on the lines attached to my tender special parts. Back at the tent he carefully and gingerly made love to me as not to hook himself. He wanted to see how it felt with my lips pulled so wide apart by the hooks and fishing line. It didnt last long. Just covered it up." With shit men!" There'll be no more like him for me." That's good then. Let's see a photo of her?"So there she was, Olivia - wonky and beautiful as she grinned at me fromout of my phone. It was one of my favourite pictures, where she'd beenat the top of Jacob's Ladder in Edale. The wind was whipping her hairaway like jet spindrift and she was fighting with one hand to keep itfrom her grin."Here, look, Mam. Here's Kirsty's lass." She's lovely, real pretty."More silence. I. He wasn't conceited, but he was proud. The way the older woman's eyes lit up when she saw his muscular chest with its golden downy fuzz made him flex just a little.Julia felt as though an invisible hand had grabbed her by the cunt. She had to bite her lip to keep the little squeal of delight from escaping."Turn around," she commanded barely seeming to have enough air to get the words out."This is going to feel a little cold at first," she warned squeezing her palm full of the off white.