Another slash. A muffled cry, mouth closed. Another slash. Silence. We had won again. The small bathroom was full of lotions. Picking one at random I ...aid a small ribbon on my index finger. Placing one hand on her ass, now beautifully striped with three red marks, I touched my finger to her asshole. She jerked away, throwing her hips slightly forward. “Hold still,” I said. I rubbed the lotion around the puckered edge of her anus and then slid the tip of my finger inside. She gasped but, good. His taste of the lips and the onion breath was a yummy combination. I was afraid. I was nervous but continue giving him few more tongue swipes on his lower lip seeing that he is not responding at all. Then, to my luck and Godly blessings, after few seconds, he took out his tongue and started licking my tongue with lovely little wet strokes. That feeling was amazing. A stranger if accepts your sex proposal without saying anything or repelling is a feeling that could only be feel and not. They maintained vigilance, and so far nothing happened except for the expectation of attack.It was around noon the next day, as they were crossing a broad shallow stream crossing the trail that a large boar charged out of the brush and at John who was the only one not mounted on that side of the mule trail. He leveled his pig spear, but there was nothing to brace it against, and he was knocked on his back and pushed through the mud, the spear managing to find the chest of the stout boar behind. Just something different, I suppose. The image of that neat little rear-end, the slim ankles, and the smooth velvety voice, not like Lola's corncrake screech that she'd never even tried to soften-down...Also just visible from the same window was our sad old local pub, the Drover's Arms. You could even smell the decay, sometimes relieved by a few odours - almost worse - that went with half-hearted cleaning and disinfecting.On an average night, you could count the customers on two hands. This.