I struggled to pull my breeches up past my knees as we hobbled to the nearby stable. I dropped her to a pile of straw in a vacant stall Helen reached ...p and grabbed the base of my dick with a death grip. Her little hand could not wrap completely around but her grip held me in place. Helen smiled up at me"Wow" she said if Anne-Marie don't ever want you Anthony dear, I will have you any time."Helen seemed to be studying my cock, intently. My cock was dark purple in colour in her tight grip and a. It was her presence which overwhelmed me. I felt, as I had never felt before or since, that I had met TheWoman, the ultimate icon of femininity the batting of whose eyelashcould launch a thousand ships or a thousand sonnets. As we walkedback to the campus, I felt like a 15-year-old boy on my first date. I took hold of her hand, lightly. She pulled away, slightly, andthen extended her hand back to me. It was so slender, so delicate,like a piece of Meissen china. We stood there and I slowly. "My husband has a helicopter and a pilot at his disposal." Snow Hill, over on the Shore," Ambrose said. "It's about a five hour drive, there and back." Less than an hour by chopper," she said. "I'll let you know by lunch time." How about the Stanford guy?" I asked."He's got a contract that runs until the first of July. Then he will come East for what he is making out there if we get him a place to live, a studio apartment will do, he says, and find him a good way to meet girls." Ambrose looked. There was a heightened sense of anticipation in the room; everyone was waiting for Sandy, the bubbly, beautiful pub singer, so delightfully different from the usual party hostesses. Alan himself was outwardly calm, but felt a deep-seated thrill of expectation. Natasha had called an hour earlier to confirm that they were on their way. Over the next few hours Alan would realise every Sandy-fantasy he had nurtured, since the day she and Natasha had signed the tenancy agreement, in finely tuned.