“Is there an actual Grundy in Virginia, USA?”“Yup ... about 12 miles from Frogmorton.”“Honest?”“Cross my heart and hope to die,” I sai....“I always thought Grundy was a joke,” she said.“Nope ... real place,” I said.“Frogmorton?”“I grew up there until I sailed around the world.” Then I confessed, “It’s a National Forest now.”“Yup ... you’re her,” she said. “I never heard of a woman named Surprise before.”“Mom was surprised I wasn’t afterbirth,” I said. “So was the nurse.”“Shingle Bank and Trust of. We slowed, you kissed my cock clean, but your hands were still busy, you wanted your high flying fun. You slowly started stroking my cock again. With such a sexy b**st how could I resist, after about 20 minutes I was hard again. You lay down the other way with your head on the aisle side of the seat, your ass pushed into my waist, I knew what you wanted. Under the blanket I pushed down you lightweight track pants to your knees. You were not wearing any panties! I slipped my hand into your. Mr. Glastonbury was wearing a friar's robe, something that had raised a few eyebrows when they stopped for gas. Kennedy had thought about getting out of the car herself and seeing what people thought of her Robin Hood costume, but decided that there was too much chance that they would laugh.Now, though, they were in the mountains and it was a nice day; the air was filled with the scent of warm pines and other exotic smells that she was hard put to recognize. There was a pretty lake not far. I took note of where they were, so that I could come back later.After Sandra had finished her shopping we went and sat in our favourite coffee shop. It was very busy, and also very noisy.“So what’s up love?” Sandra asked. “Why did asking you about Christmas get you all worked up earlier?”I took a deep, raggedy breath and told her some of what had happened over the half-term break.“My parents aren’t with me,” I started. “Nor is my sister. I live alone now.”Her jaw dropped.“Why?” she whispered. I.
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