Finally, however, Brenda had two of her friends over on a Friday night after work. They were both females, both in the same approximate age-range as m... Mistress. I figured them for co-workers at Wherever Brenda Went on Weekdays, and their conversation around me soon confirmed that I was correct in this surmise. They were all three laughing and joking about some male idiot at work -- evidently a man who thought he was God's Gift, but whom all three of these young women were finding substantially. ’ Not really thinking of the consequences I replied, ‘Look, I got copious amounts of alcohol on board, and frankly, right now, you look really Goddam gorgeous.’ I spun around in the water and added, ‘The way I see it, you have two choices. You can either go home or join me. If you go home it’s guaranteed that you’re going to regret hopping in this pool with me. But if you join me, you’re guaranteed a good time, even if we don’t fuck.’ I took a deep breath and wondered to myself why I was. The impression was there of a high arching brow and firm chin atop a graceful neck, but the distance was yet too great for final details.Winters in the glade are magic. Broad carpets of snow will blanket the entire scene with the far hill becoming an almost skeletal mass of stark whites and blacks of the trees snow laced branches against a winter grey sky. The brook down valley center will be crystalline with areas and clumps of ice seeming to grow along its banks as it sheets any protruding. "What are you doing?" I would have thought it was obvious," Poppy teased. "Or are you so isolated up here..." She looked into his eyes and resumed kissing his cock and running her tongue over his manhood. "Gotta be better than the sheep, eh?" He sighed and grunted, panting as he squeezed his buttocks and muttered something to the young lady between his legs. He put his hands on the fence and watched as the Police car drove off. He closed his eyes, cried out and squirted his semen over the face.