Read my stories and her feedback to understand that one.And I absolutely love the way she believes all she writes to beaccurate and true, imposing tho...e beliefs on others......When shedoesn't actually know the person she is writing about.But, to be honest, I'd rather not waste my thoughts on her. Yet shekeeps popping up, so instead, I'll walk away because she's sucking thefun out of writing and sharing my work.I'm sure she'll continue to be a troll here (and there may be thosewho are happy to. ‘Of course,’ I said. The next morning everyone was up bright and early. Lord Ashbury and Tony had to leave for London, and Tish and I were keen to get started on our walk. So straight after breakfast we collected our picnic lunch from the kitchen, put it in a couple of backpacks, and set off. We walked to the back of the estate where the hills started. They were quite gentle hills with a well-defined path, and we chatted as we walked up them. Tish knew the way, of course, and after a couple of. I could feel her staring and I was panting already having little orgasms flow through me. Feeling the water moving as my muscles fluttered. If I tried to stretch I’m fairly certain I would do something embarrassing, like lose my footing or moan out loud. So I just kept swimming and finished my mile. As I got towards the end I started to worry about getting out of the pool. I would really hate to be wobbly on my feet or stumble. So I get out and sit on the side of the pool for a minute swinging. I’m sure there were some people watching us; we were naked as a jaybird and making plenty of noise. We finally staggered into her bedroom after the patio session and we flopped onto her bed. She had a wash cloth with her and rolled down to my cock. She wiped it clean and started to suck on it. Surprisingly it got hard again, I’m not sure how because I was pretty fucked up and fucked out. She mounted me and rode me cowgirl style. She was bouncing on top of me when suddenly, she toppled off me.