As he did, his midsection pressed up against her butt and he put his arms on her shoulders to keep from falling. He suspected she could feel his cock,...which by this time was straining against the boxer briefs under his shorts as he stood literally against her. He leaned down, brushed aside a few strands of fine red hair from her ear, and whispered, “I've always wondered whether the word “juicy” on those shorts was just decoration, or whether it was meant to be descriptive.” She reached for his. Tom and I shared a love of cricket, which the British had taken with them around the world, with the West Indies a long-established and occasionally dominant force in the game.Indy was what they call a brown-skin Indian - dark and exotic - and with slightly protuberant eyes which gave her a doll-like appearance. She was relentlessly cheerful, indefatigably decent and almost too sweet to fancy. Almost. While it was my earnest desire to please her and be the best version of myself for her, I also. .. pleeeeease!"The faces of her three tormentors lit with triumph. "Not so fast," said Carter, stilling them with his hand upraised. "Just what is it you want Handsome to do with it--say it! You want him to fuck it! Say it!" Yes!" she cried, all barriers down, straining at the cruel bonds which held her so that her teeth gnashed tightly from the pain. "I want him to fuck me with it! Hurry! Please let him! Oh God, I'm dying!" Do you want him to lick your cunt? Say it!" Yes--yes! Only hurry!. And they you strike from out of nowhere. And when you do, you have to do it in such a way that the feud won't start up again. Let me give you an example." A story like Kalliste's?" Anna asked from the desk where she was paying the bills."Sort of," Kit said. "This is from a file of unsolved crimes." Why not? Kalli is off on some dig somewhere, and we haven't had a story in weeks." Cassie, Cassie, Cassie," Joshua said. "It's a minor thing, just a quick business meeting. I'll be back before you.