When I was 18 I worked on a farm up in the hills of the Pennines in Yorkshire' it was such an idyllic lifestyle being out in the countryside all day l...ng and in all weathers but the long sultry summer's were my favourite out in the fields till after dusk and the heady smells of the wild flowers and freshly mown hay wafting in the gentle summer breeze.Also on the Farm worked a very pretty and petite 19 year old Girl with long flowing silky jet black hair that blew around in the gentle summer. Uske bua sab boli kii boh jorror ayengi.Unko underground hone kaha. Ur wo log chale gaye.Uske baad phupa ur police aaye.Bua ko ek kapde se udha.Kounki bua kii cleavage ur pura sexy body dikh rahi thi.Isisliye bua phupa ko boli kii iss sardar ko leke chlte hain.Ur leke aaye.Kuch dur jane ke baad bua sardar budhe ko phupa ko diya.Phupa u dead body leke chale.Aur bua pitche sab police se chuda rahi thi.Sab ne yahan choda.Uske baad job bua ko police pucha kii kis gadi me jayegi.Toh wo boli ko. “And I love you, too, Charlie.” I finished, trying to keep my voice even. “Does this make any sense?”“No,” Charlie giggled, a strange look of happiness and loss on her face as she, too, started to well up.There was a pause and I felt a brave need to carry on and explain myself: “This is weird. I’ve never felt for anyone like I’ve grown to feel for you two. I’ve fancied girls – pretty much all girls – for years, but I’ve never felt more than that for any them, and now I feel all weird and. Laughing as she tried hopelessly to get away. RELIEF!!! The lashings had finally subsided, but her torment was far from finished. He quietly walked around her again. Examining her fragile state. Stopping behind her, he reached around her and grabbed her titties. Pinching at her erect nipples, pulling at them. She jerked her head back hard against the chair, biting down on the rubber ball still lodged in her pretty, little mouth. “There, there, my Sweet,” he laughed. With one hand he.