He could have been watching the footie on the telly in the warm and the dry. Instead he'd thought it a good idea to bring Chelle out for the weekend. ...ave a bit of a frolic in the ferns and all that.Of course, being the British summer, it was fooking damp and miserable.Chelle had moaned like buggery from the moment they'd got here. They'd got into a blazing row over nothing. She'd stormed off back to town and he'd stalked off with a six pack of beer. Now it was getting dark as dusk descended. “Put your hands above your head.”I lifted them up and he walked slowly round me till he faced me again. I knew that I looked lovely. I could see that his cock was beating in time with his heart. A small shiny bead of clear, viscous liquid appeared in the tiny slit in the end of his purple cock. It grew and slithered downward. I tried to swallow a lump in my throat. I couldn’t meet his eyes, I was fixed on the pulsing shaft.He moved past me again and behind so that I wasn’t ready for the sudden. And she was pretty bored just hanging around the house, so to break up the boredom, Lynne and I amused ourselves by playing Dress Up Dolly. We'd both get sexy and take nude pics of one another on our phones. Then we'd go to bed and she would jerk me off and tell me about the men she liked in the Philippines, and she admitted that she still was in contact with her boyfriend in Manila. These stories would get me so horny. Lynne would aske me - "What about you? You have a girlfriend before?. But Robert has no immediate family. And I don’t have the contact details of any of his friends,’ said Fiona cutting short the officer’s request. ‘Ma’am, in that case, you could complete the formalities. I am sure that it wouldn’t be much of a trouble.’ ‘No, officer,’ she said firmly, uninterested in dealing with Robert ever again. ‘I am busy right now and I don’t think Mr. Trucker would like my presence.’ She heard a man’s laugh from the other end and some shuffling sound. And then it happened..