. a bush. I tiptoed back to Jim.“Ever remember any bushes on that slope?”“Nope, starkers ... the whole face.” He said, “The right hand slope...has brush, small trees and grass.”“Well ... there’s one there now and the rock is stuck in it.”A face peered around the crack. Well ... a rather bovine structure ... a sorta face. Long and narrow with protuberant nose set between heavily browed brown eyes ... with a cowlick for a head of hair. Ears of a lop ... long, mobile and bashful. The eyes were. "Good-day, Little Red-Cap," said he. "Thank you kindly, sir. As you know my name, why not tell me yours?" "I am known hereabouts as the Wolf. Whither away so early, Little Red-Cap?" "To my grandmother's, Mr. Wolf sir." "What have you got in your satchel?" "Cake and wine. Yesterday was baking-day, so poor sick Grandmother is to have something good, to make her stronger." "Where does your Grandmother live, Little Red-Cap?" "A good two miles farther on in the wood. Her house stands under the three. She makes me turn over and she is now lying on top of me, my cock still buried deep up in her.About ten minutes later she whispers in my ears. “I am ready to go again.”I push up into her and she makes a surprised ooh sound followed by a whistle sound. I grab her fat ass and sliding my fingers deep into the crack pulls the cheeks apart as I am fucking that tight old pussy. She rises up a bit and hugging my sides with her thighs begins to ride me. She is reaching behind, finding my balls and. “Carl, like what you see?”Damn, Nikki caught me ogling her. But then again, it was very obvious.“Y-y-yes, Nikki.”“Good, now let me tell you what your problem is. You have writers block and lost the motivation to write.”“H-h-how…”“I just know, we are going to get you unblocked and motivated again.”Nikki slides herself forward in her chair while sucking on her pen.“Do not just stand there, Carl.”Moving quickly to Nikki, I drop to my knees and lift her foot from the cabinet door. Looking into each.