She was called Bunny by her family and friends. It was a nickname originally given to her by her father when she was a baby. Janet's grandmother had... passed away the previous year and had left Janet a large trust fund which was to be a monthly annuity, plus a cash settlement to be awarded on her twenty first birthday. Her parents had already looked over the paperwork, it was just a formality for her to sign it today. She had loved the sweet old woman whom she had known as NaNa and she had. We'd go for a walk or hike, ending up having passionate sex somewhere along the way. One particular time I recall gratefully was when I met Rebecca at a park near her apartment. The park was laced with many hiking trails, with plenty of places to hide and make love.It was Kentucky Derby Day, 1992. We met at the parking lot next to the trail we intended to hike. Both of us knew that after we got to her place, not only would we watch the horse race, but we'd have drippy, messy sex, with our. " Mmmmmm. Feels good." I squeezed him and rubbed my bottom against him."We have to make sure we have the rules understood, right? Otherwise we can't play like this." He said.I nodded my understanding."Firstly, we cannot fuck. No matter how much we might want to.I didn't say anything."Carlieeeee." he said.I didn't say anything."And I think I shouldn't put it in your ass, either." Were you thinking about doing that?" I said a little shocked."No. Just kidding," he laughed."Agreed." I giggled.. He was found lying in my rear garden, stark naked and with a lump the size of a cricket-ball on his head, where apparently Bridget had hit him with a rolling pin.A side point that has nothing to do with this story at all: Fellas, if your missis is Irish or even has a drop of the Gaelic in her blood, don't go fucking around on her behind her back! Damn, those Irish girls can have some bloody temper on them.Anyway back to the story. It soon became apparent that Bridget had sneaked into the back.