Orchal berries, which were purple and slightly tart. Drovish berries which were bitter, but not so much that one did not enjoy them. Finally there wer... Val’ital berries which were bright blue and sweet. Val’ital berry tarts were always my favorite and mother made sure to make enough for a small batch for me.Father would usually be done not that long before mother finished her tarts and we would bring them to the festival for everyone to enjoy. There were usually people assigned to man the. The extractions had been carriedout weeks, if not months ago.Cold beads of moisture formed on my forehead. The evidence pointedtowards only one conclusion. Somehow I had lost a significant portion ofmy life.Maybe the London train had crashed. If I'd suffered a head injury, thatmight account for my amnesia.I moved cautious fingers to my cheeks, my temples, the top of my skull.No bandages, bruises, bumps or bald patches.I wiggled my toes. I drew up my knees and moved them from side to. Her hands slid down my waist as she began to make small kisses along my back. She then lick both my butt cheeks, which sent electricity through my pussy. For some strange reason I did not pull away from her. I am not a lesbian and had never thought about being with a woman before. She came around in front of me and kissed my lips. I let our tongues touch. Our lips parted and she kissed my neck, then took my breast in her mouth one at a time. First kissing them then sucking them, them biting. In the absence of male company, Susan and Colette were eager to try having a pee in the company archives, Zara being all too happy to oblige in joining them. The first question was if the two younger girls were able to pee whilst standing, something they both replied positively to.Once upstairs int the slightly chilled attic, the three of them stripped off their lower garments before going to stand around a box containing old company paperwork that Zara had placed conveniently on an office.