We're going to find a gorgeous, very rich, hunk apiece and raise lots of lovely kids. Now shut up and lick my clit. You know how I love it when you pu... your sweet little tongue down there!"WEDNESDAY MID MORNING"Home Office. Good Morning." Good Morning, may I speak to Miss Angela Smythe-Fortescue. please?" Just a minute" Angie, darling? Katie here. Bad news." Gosh, Katie, you've dragged me out of a very important meeting. This had better be worth it." I checked on the tide tables for Saturday.. ”Angie's eyes cringed. “How did you...” Her eyes opened wide and a stunned smile came over her face. “You little pervert bollox!!”He laughed as she sat there with a real but exaggerated shock expression. On impulse, she launched a hand towards him and twisted his nipple with laser-like accuracy. Killian howled and sprang up off the couch.“JESUS FUCKING CHRIST!!! JESUS FUCK CUNT BALLS!!! That hurts like HELL.” he screamed.Angie beamed. “Well, that showed you now, didn't it?”“Jesus, I was only. ” “I love that too. Shall I send you a picture of my cock?” “No! Get out of the car, unzip your fly and get your cock out for me. I want to watch you stroke it in the street. Neil and Max are already in the spa, probably taking it in turns sucking each other’s cocks. Stroke for me baby and I will stroke for you.” I couldn’t do it. I just couldn’t bring myself to say no to her. So before I knew it I was standing outside my car with my shorts around my knees. I had a firm grip of my cock and I. Even though we looked over the outer harbor, we were high enough that even the infamous Blizzard of ’78 with its 20-foot surge was more than fifty feet below us. In addition, the heating was gas switchable to gravity feed hot water. The stove, actually, all cooking places were natural gas too. Even the hot water heater was gas. We had plenty of candles and lanterns. So if we lost electricity, we would have light, cooking, heat, could bathe, and it was cold enough that food wouldn’t spoil if we.