He chuckled as he slid a finger into my lubricated pussy, letting it slide as deep as possible. My knees felt like they were going to give out on me, ...nd I just leaned back into him, feeling the growing hardness against my bare ass. A hardness, that in time would be finding a warm inviting spot in me. His finger soon had a companion snaking in and out of my now sopping wet pussy, and we both laughed at the squishing sound his fingers were making as he finger fucked me. A sound that was new to. He felt it with bothhands and brought it up to his nose and sniffed it."This is really beautiful. And it smells like you!"The ogre laughed and rubbed his face with the scarf."It's called silk. The pattern you see is a 'Paisley' design. It'syours to keep if you would like it."The ogre looked at the scarf and then at Petra. Petra could see thatthis was a bit difficult for him. She gently took the scarf and placedit around the ogre's neck and shoulders as she had worn it."There! It looks. He whispered back, ‘Thank you,’ as his lips brushed hers and both of them closed their eyes as his mouth settled over hers for a tender kiss. He slowly released her lips and opened his eyes as he lifted his head, noting the look of utter passion and trust on her face, even with her eyes closed. ‘Open your eyes, sweet Megan. I want to watch your eyes as I undress you,’ he told her softly when he saw a hint of nervousness in the depths of her hazel eyes as they drifted open. Jonnie needed to make. Widecombe-in-the-moor indeed, should have been called Widecombe-in-the-dullest-shithole in the world. After a couple of drinks clearly the lad thought that this was his invitation to get inside my knickers, which he was sadly mistaken. On reflection, perhaps I should have let him take me home before I jumped out of the car giving him the full benefit of my Romford vocabulary using words that would have made a docker blush.As the car lights faded into the distance I decided that as it was a full.