I started to walk to the alleyway.When the loud bang hit my ears, I was halfway down the alleyway; I turned to see Stacy walking quickly behind me."Ke...p going, Bradley...you're doing really well!"Behind her I could see the Capri in flames; it was obvious she had set the petrol tank on fire. As we walked down the alleyway, it opened up into a large high street - it just sort of appeared! People were walking along doing their shopping. We had walked out in amongst ordinary life. Nobody looked at. She sure looked more like a woman than Veronique, because Veronique was wearing a plain shirt with black pants over her legs and black shoes that almost looked like men's shoes. Well, she was a cop, so maybe she couldn't dress sexy at work. However, even with all those clothes on, she couldn't hide the fact that underneath all those clothes was hiding a very sexy woman.However, the fact that both women also seemed to like her own body, made her happy. The looks that she had gotten from them. I just sat and looked around while enjoying the warmth from the fire. Not too long after the lady had finished cleaning the mud off of his pants, she got up and retrieved what appeared to be a table cloth from the items placed around the walls. She spread out the cloth on the carpet not far from the fireplace. Then she placed what looked like napkins in front of the old man and me, as well as a hand-carved wooden spoon for each of us. She then placed a rather large hand-carved wooden bowl in. Having lain between my spread legs as I rose to my knees to pleasure the men, Aela continued to slurp and probe at my heated slit. I moved from one thick shaft to the other, moaning and growing weak-kneed; I had to have one of the rigid members in my sex, but this was my initiation and I was not in control – or was I? Instinct – or perhaps mere lust – took over. Maintaining my hold on the turgid members, I dropped to all fours, pushing one behind me whilst the other I dragged back into my.