Adrian and I just lay on the grass and chatted, discussing the prospects for the County Cricket season and what books we had read recently. We both fo...nd fiction a healthy alternative to a steady diet of technical journals, and we'd independently discovered the author Alexander Kent, who was writing a series of historical novels about the Royal Navy in the Napoleonic Wars, based on a fictional character named Richard Bolitho. As improbable as his presence at the heart of every major engagement. She stood close up against the bars just above where Brad was standing. Her flowery skirt barely reaching half way to her knees. “How does that feel?” she purred as she reached through the bars for his hands that she then placed on her butt. She was a sexy woman, but right now from this angle and from behind the heavy steel bars she looked even better. She turned around, pulled her skirt up and pushed her black silk knicker clad butt into Brad’s face. She let her skirt fall back down. Standing in the middle of the small area, I could feel everything changing in me. A voice I didn’t recognize spoke to me, “So Laura’s little girl has come to visit and play. We are going to play with you, make you beg to be played with and eventually you will make the decision to stay in here and be a pet forever” As soon as she stoped speaking, I was attacked. At the same time, each nipple was attacked, being sucked on, small bites make me moan, my breasts are being massaged and mauled, by. The young man responded with thrusts of his hips. It was clear he liked what she was doing to him, liked it very much. Finally, kneeling next to him, she bent and kissed the purple, swollen tip of his swollen wand. ‘Ah!’ Frankie moaned. ‘Oh, God, Kay, does that ever feel good!’ While Kay teased the slitted opening with her tongue Frankie began stroking her back and buttocks. Around the tip she licked, tasting the juices left there by their recent lovemaking. She loved the feel of his penis.