Not unless Owen threatens to hurt me or shows physical violence towards me!” Katie replied.“We’ll tell them that he has threatened you. I’ll b...ck you up!” Christine offered. Rather too enthusiastically I thought.“He might be a cheating bastard Chris, but I don’t believe that Owen would ever raise a hand to me. He’s not made that way.”“The police won’t know that and it’ll be two against one. His word against ours!” Christine suggested, a tone of triumph entering her voice.“That would be lying. But in a white blouse, and a smart riding skirt.“So we meet again,” the woman said as she reigned her mare to a halt beside Davey.“You have the advantage of me, my lady, I fear we have never met before, though I wish it were otherwise,” Davey answered.“Sir, I may not recognize you, but I know my horses. I only know of one chestnut stallion, standing seventeen hands, with black markings on its fetlocks,” she said pointing to Davey's mount.Davey studied her closely, trying to assess her next. Her panties were soaking wet in the crotch, so I removed them as she removed her shirt. I kissed my way up her thigh following the heat coming from her pussy. I gave her lips a kiss before sliding my tongue down her slit. She shuddered at the feeling of my breath down there, I then spread her lips before inserting a finger and then two into her waiting cunt. After a while of finger fucking her, I substituted my fingers with my tongue. This being my first time eating pussy I thought to myself. On the second third of his recovery the man and the woman from the yacht came to visit him. They told him that local villagers – with a little help – had found the old mans boat in fairly shallow waters near the headland and had – with the help of some men from another village who had a big enough boat – pulled it from the sea. The people in the local village had rallied to the fisherman’s fight for life, and were fixing the boat even now, the old fisherman met this news with a trembling lip.