The kettle luckily still worked, but his k**neys were floating, he had read the library book of the week and he was bored…bored…bored. What`s on t...e radio… luckily, he hadn’t thrown it out. left by a previous occupant he had found it dust-covered, in one of the cupboards, he tried the thing, but it was so old, he had to wait for the valves to warm, it wheezed into life, the room filled with tinny sound.It was a local station, some prat reminding us all to wash our hands…” Naturally you. It was very quickly obvious to Rambo, that Gary would be no use at all.It had been the case for two weeks now. Gary's thought processes were some place else. All through the sheep dipping, Gary had been half-heartedly yelling cum-bye-ere (and only God knows what that actually means) and whistling sets of orders that would have directed the sheep into the nearest ravine if Rambo took any notice of the commands. Gary's thoughts were firmly ensconced in Betty.Betty lives on a neighbouring farm, is. She runs her tongue all the way up her slit and the biker bolts upright, her eyes bright, looking right at Emma and barely able to catch her breath. Emma just pushes her legs apart and starts feasting on her, licking her all over her pussy. She is delicious. She flicks the biker’s clit with her tongue and her head falls back, finally releasing a pent-up groan. It is low and raw and so fucking sexy.Emma alternates short and long lick on her pussy, circling her clit then flicking it. She sucks on. It was our first holiday together on our own in ten years and we decided to make the most of it enjoying the entertainment in the hotel helped by lots of delicious sangria and eventually retired to our room about 11pm, but neither of us were very tired. “I feel like this is our first Real Honeymoon!” Sarah sighed contentedly as she cuddle close to me in her “born in” suit. “Yes I don,t think those three crazy days and nights in Somerset back in 1969 was much of one, but it,s all the time I had.