Me: The one I spent months agonising over? Peter: For the third time, yes. Me: Do you have a copy? Peter: Yes, Why? Don’t you? Okay, we have to hold...it there a minute while he laughs at his own joke. What can I say? He’s a card. Me: As it happens, no. Peter: No what? So now, unlike my masterful piece of writing – put on stage in Liverpool, no less – the conversation starts getting tedious. No I didn’t make a back up copy. Yes, I know the importance of that now. Yes I will make a back up copy in. She decided to leave her clothes the way they were as no one could see her and walked downstairs, swaying her hips to and fro playfully. When she got downstairs Kelly sat on the sofa, when she did her skirt raised itself up even further but she resisted the urge to cover herself up again, instead she sat back and lifted her feet onto the sofa. With her knees apart her pubic area was fully exposed, she lowered her eyes and looked at herself. The short skirt that had been made even shorter looked. Feeling a little foolish, she lowered her arms and resumed her creep forward, cursing the lack of foresight that allowed them to leave that morning without an easier way to contact the men they had left in camp.Scanning the ground as she approached, she selected several small stones. When she was a mere five meters away close enough for her to be lethally effective with the flechette pistol, even through the heavy foliage, she tossed a stone against the side of the nearest tent. When there was. I was still horny as hell and asked if he was up to fucking me in the ass. He had me get undressed and bend over the coffee table and he went got some lube. When he came back he found me bent over slowly jacking off. He than took a bit of lube and massaged my asshole until it was a bit slippery. He than lubed up his finger and slowly stuck it in me and proceeded to finger fuck me. As I was bent over and yelping and groaning like a bitch in heat he slowly inserted a second finger in and took.