Not that I wouldn’t do the same if those were mine. But when I see those fingers flick over each nipple, I know she isn’t just working on sun prot...ction. She glances around and makes sure no one is there. Thank goodness this fence is big and tall. Feeling safe she lays back. My fingers are tracing the stiffness in my shorts, as she drips lotion across her belly. Lots of lotion! I can see it mixing with the beads of sweat on her skin, sliding slowly down between her legs. Her fingers are pulling. I think much of a woman's notions of 'romance' come from reading books and listening to other women talk about it."For men, 'romance' seems to be less important. I'm not sure we understand it much."He seemed to expect that this might be a long discussion, so Father stood up from his wooden seat at the workbench, and cleared off an area on one of the tack boxes. He threw a clean horse blanket atop the box and sat down, tapping his hand on the space next to him, indicating that I ought to sit. But she would soon.Dave unclipped the leash while I removed the hobble chain. “Crawl inside, whore!”, was the command he gave. Dawn didn’t move, frozen with fear. Dave slapped her in her ass, still wet from the cum and lube leaking out of her. She did the only thing she could. Dawn crawled inside.We moved quickly to lock her in tight. We first reached through the door and pulled each ankle to the side, where we locked each one to a ring on the side. Brass padlocks will not come loose, no. I hope that you will be entertained.Holly Potter And The Army of Darkness Pt. 4By Kim WestChapter 5: The Telling of Scary Stories.The tent was once again clean and the girls had just finished changinginto different forms of dress. Holly had on a purple nightie, Becky acute pink baby doll with plenty of ruffles, Ginny had a black teddy,Connie, Orenda and Hanna had on pajamas of different states of color.Everyone seemed fairly happy with their choices and began to gatheraround the table that had.