”I couldn’t contain my laughter.“Seriously, Alex?”“Really, Michael, it was.”“OK, go on.”We spoke English together almost always. The E...glish tutors she’d had since childhood prepped her well and the year she’d spent as an exchange student in Colorado for her second year of high school had perfected her English. She had a little bit of a persistent Spanish accent but it wasn’t enough to impair her fluency. Sometimes I thought I detected a slight French intonation as well.I moved a little closer. "Harold , have you got the new shoes ready for the ponies yet?!" "Oh yes Mam do come right this way !" Harold replied quickly "We got one of 'em ready for shoeing right now if you want to come see !" "Exellent well lets take a look shall we, over to the stables, we'll follow you Harold !" Vanessa was almost talking in light hearted conversation which seemed really odd to Miranda until .... " And do keep the hem of my dress up wont you Miranda ?!!" she cast a glance at Miranda over her shoulder. “The girl’s said that just down the hill that way, maybe about ten minutes or so, there is a very nice little lake. I fancy a bath ... a very, very long one, to wash away these last few days. To be all clean again and maybe fresh ... and with you, once more. What do you think?” Dottie purred, gently rising up to her feet.“Best idea I’ve heard in days!” I exclaimed, gathering myself to my feet I then grabbed her hand and pulled her me hard and fast. Our bare breasts pressed together as I kissed. He pushed it back in. Without a word, one hand pressed into her low back, pinning her to the desk, as the other cracked into her left cheek. “Such a perfect, unbruised ass. We should take a before and after pic.” Crack, crack, crack. His hands were big and strong, but strangely, she wanted more, wanted it harder. “Harder, Sir, please.”“Oh really?” The hand disappeared from her back. “I have a present for you. Get it out of my briefcase.” She was confused, again, and looked at him. He.