I tried to calm down and think rationally, but all I could think of was that she had sentenced me to death. Why hadn't the bitch died straight off i... the road? it was still mid afternoon when I arrived at the quarry, this time I drove straight downto the end of the track After I switched off the engine I sat for a few minutes gathering my thoughts. As I gazed at the dark still waters of the flooded quarry I recalled seeing some rusty chain left over from when the boatyard had been there,. And my moist lips, working their way upwards, towards your very own wet lips. Your thick aroma already envelopes my every sense, imploring me to hurry up and fuck you. But you know that it won't come that swiftly. My smooth palms, already wet as my body senses the acts about to be committed, caress your breasts, sliding over them, beneath them, tickling your skin and sending goosebumps over your entire body. I gently pull on your nipples, sending a minor spasm through your body, your smooth. A little too fine with it at times. I fear she has romantic ideas about pregnancy. She is very fond of that young man - who is actually much too old for her. Not that I worry about him - he seems to behave, but Catherine is one big bundle of hormones."Comprehension dawned on George. "Is this the young man Catherine and Hannah met that weekend?"Joanna smiled. "So Hannah told you about it? I thought she might. Yes, that's the one. He recovered from the shock of learning Catherine's true age. ? Rightbefore they walked into the door, he said, ?don?t forget your collar andhandcuffs".? Oh, I want ankle cuffson you too.???????????? Ellenwalked quickly into their room and heard Mark explaining to the kids that shehad a headache.? ?Headache, hell?, Ellenthought.? ?My ass is on fire and my pussyaches to be fucked.? My head isfine!?? There she stood, waiting.? Without the sweater, her bra cut to exposeher nipples looked and felt strangely out of place.? She wanted to take off the skirt so.