"We repaired to a local pub. Good food, good beer, and set out with booths that would allow us a degree of privacy."I'm not letting the bitch get away...with this Milla. I don't give a flying fiddlers fuck about keeping up appearances or anything else. I am going to fuck her life big style." I opened."Whilst I sympathise with the general thrust of your sentiment, old son, I rather think it might be somewhat counterproductive vis-à-vis the old freedom stakes." opined David, in his best Colonel. Good. Ill see you later baby. Kay, bye Ryan. Jenna closed her sleek red phone and dropped it on her bed and sauntered over to the mirror on the back of her bedroom door to look at herself. Her soft auburn hair was straight and shiny and she was wearing jeans and a tight black t-shirt. She stared at her body. It wasnt the greatest, but she did have nice 38C boobs and sexy, curvy hips. She wasnt the skinniest girl in the world, but she certainly wasnt horribly obese. Hmm… she stared off into. As kids, my mother, aunt, and one other brother had lived on what was back then considered a working ranch, though since then my aunt maintained a small stable of horses, many of which she took care of and fed for other horse-owners as a way to bring in a little extra income, though she lived well enough off the small inheritance they'd all gotten when my grandparents had passed away.And though I'd only visited the place briefly a few times, it was indeed very peaceful there, though back then,. A quick lookinto the kitchen, lounge, dining-room and office established that hewasn't downstairs.I went into the office, closed the door and rang my mum to let her knowI would be late. I didn't want her worrying or ringing up when we wereotherwise engaged. There is nothing more ardour-quenching than a phone-call when you are close to climax. Talking to my mum on the phone isalways a marathon event. She can talk underwater.With that out of the way I slipped off my shoes and quietly.