Sometimes the simple things were the best. This haunt also sounded simple, they’d have to follow a rope guide through a dark maze whilst wearing an...executioners hood. Plenty of potential for scares as the screams from within attested to. Ryan and Graham had decided to visit the haunted cellar instead. Ryan was mildly claustrophobic and Graham, having spent the previous night here on some corporate event, had volunteered to keep him company so it was just her and Neil in the queue. Oh and. Wow."Denise giggled, "It's all real too. No dye job here."Her giggling brought Jack back to the present and wetting his tongue he gave her a long lick."Nice to know that the carpet matches the curtains," he teased.Slipping his hands once more to her ass, Jack lifted Denise's hips a bit allowing him full access to her wet folds. Denise, realizing what he was trying to do, handed him a pillow, which Jack promptly slid under her ass. Pushing back on the underside of her thighs, Jack attacked. " She turned back to me. "Looks as though you're along for the ride, Boss. If you prefer, I'll have Charlie come back with you. But I'm not leaving you alone until you're covered."The Mercedes SLK covered the thirty miles to Robin Hood Airport (what used to be RAF Finningley and is officially Sheffield and Doncaster Airport since the closure of the small Sheffield strip) much faster than I would have done. We touched a hundred and thirty on the mostly clear dual carriageways. Jen, at the wheel,. But so was I. So anyway, I laid her on the bed and went back to the bar and had another pitcher of beer and come back, Now that was where all that brown stuff hit the fan like they say in refined circles. I went in and got undressed and I rolled her over and with great tender feelings shoved it in her mouth and went to work. Right from the git go she got wild as hell. I mean she was a wild one, all right. After I went off and I pulled out and she yelled like bloody murder and I saw that she was.