“Okay, I get the picture,” said Penelope. “I guess it’s more comfortable than doing it on all fours.”She was wearing a very formal pinstripe...pants suit. She shucked her jacket, then the pants, then peeled off a very expensive looking pair of satin panties. I reciprocated by dropping my pants and briefs.We both looked each other over.“Oh yes, that’s a very nice little todger,” said Penelope, while I admired her taut ass and muscular legs, presumably the product of horse riding.Penelope turned. I exhale a long sigh. One finger at first and then a second, followed by a third. All digits are moving and caressing. I continue kissing a fondling Kathy as much as possible but this is truly her moment. I want her to explore these emotions to their fullest. I open several buttons of her work shirt. The material is rough and distinctly masculine but it suits Kathy. She feminizes it. Her breasts swell and perspire. The sweat is like jewels on her flesh and sparkle in the sunlights. Her dark. I struggled to sit up. Mimi placed a pillow behind me, and then hugged me to her.I glanced about me. I was in one of the huts at Krish and Lillian Armityge’s hospital at Shangri La.“How long have I been unconscious?” I asked.“Three days, since Lillian knocked you senseless with a blow from a musket butt,” Krish said.“For which I am truly sorry, Jack. Please believe me,” Lillian said, and then kissed me on the cheek.“Then it is no wonder I am starving and could devour a horse. Let me up so I can. "Answer my question, please ? what?s yourfavourite colour?" Well, I guess that?d have to be red," I shrugged."Great!" Miss Stevens beamed. "Why red? What is it about that colourthat you like?" Look, I don?t know ? it?s a colour. I could have picked any of them!"I sighed."Yes, you could ? but you picked red. Now, if you read about colourpsychology ? and I?m not saying it?s the be all and end all of things ?there are some interesting things you can learn about what colours areassociated with and.