He ducked lower below the window, removing his hat, with only his eyes staring through the glass with all modesty forgotten. He licked at his lips, as...if tasting the sweet spring air, when in actuality his mind was imagining the taste of something possibly much sweeter. She turned suddenly towards the window, shirt half buttoned with the creamy valley of her chest exposed, her eyes narrowed into vicious fiery blue slits. He panicked, realising that he may have been spotted, and removed himself. Brian rushed forward and grabbed me by the arms. ‘Where do you think you’re going Bitch?’ ‘Let go of me!’ He started laughing. I attempted to knee him in the balls, but he anticipated the movement. The fact that I tried seemed to really piss him off. He slapped me hard across the cheek. I could taste a hint of blood on my lip. He grabbed me and threw me across the room. A chair broke my fall. It felt like a few of my ribs would be bruised, but luckily I landed near my room. I rushed inside and. It looks so different. It is redder and swollen. It tastes different, too. “Yes, Jim filled my pussy with lots of cum. Eat it!” She rubs her used pussy back and forth on my mouth. I find myself reveling in the humiliation of tasting her lover’s spunk in her cunt. A voice in my head says that I should be furious, but I am too caught up in the eroticism of my submission to her. She gasps as I run my tongue over her clit. Lynn pulls herself away and turns around. She lowers herself back down with. She found the sign within half a mile, in far better repair than other signs around here, but then a pressure group as well organised as the Ramblers Association obviously punched well above its weight, and of course the opinion of the actual landowners counted for very little. The sign indicated the footpath leading to ‘Huish Coppice’. Abby turned on to the path, which, ran alongside a small field for a hundred yards or so before turning abruptly left. The turn indicated by a simple wooden.