” She excepted the flowers gracefully, then ushered him to a small red sports car, little was said he being a bit stunned at his luck. He still did ...ot know any more than her name, but she handled the car superbly. She turned into a tree lined avenue, a sign flashed past and he read the address, of the private lane ‘Ern`s kennel lane’ he grinned, as she turned into the drive of a remote cottage set in a pretty garden. Ernest`s strange sense of humour shone out from the house nameplate, No1. There wasn’t much todo in the little fishing and logging town, but it was closeto the beaches and the mountains. Glynda and I would go outon the beach late in the afternoon and watch the sun go downand then build a little fire and fuck for a couple hours ona big blanket and then go home and soak in the steam bathfor a couple of hours and fuck some more. Or we would go fora hike up in the mountains in the morning and then take a napand fuck in some grassy meadow for most of the. The guy will be pounding me and I will say in a seductive voice while ending in a rhetorical question, "You just take your time and unload your heavy balls in me. Ok? Oh my, I can feel your cock throb in my ass, I am really in the mood to taste it, would you mind if I finish you with a blowjob so you can cum in my mouth? Or let's say the guy is fucking me and has been working so hard, he is dripping with sweat, I might say something like this, "Look at you, you are doing such a good job but I. He stepped softly on the floor and towered over her. What was he going to do—beat her? He said that he didn’t think they were stupid as far as women went, and this problem had been weighing on her for a long time.?Cunt,? he said, voice bored. ?You really think you’re the first one to notice that sometimes that happens??Sara started to speak, then shook her head. She didn’t know what was the right way to answer. She felt his hand settle on top of her head, pushing her chin down against her.