How muchdid you have to pay for it?" Henry frowned, drumming his fingers on thetable. Ted laughed and downed another big gulp."Look at you, all protec...ive and caring. Are you practicing beingboyfriend material?" Charlie's always been a little...blonde. Don't you remember?" Henryshifted his chair closer and put his arm around Charlie again, brushingaside the ponytail to hold the small shoulders. He gave Ted anotherfrown. "We've always had to keep an eye out, even in school." I can fight my own. S we watched the embers of the fire die, Shannon and I grew quiet. Neither of us knew how to broach the subject of what we agreed would happen this weekend. The other adults had already gone to their tents for the night. This was the first time Shannon and I had were all alone since we became more than casual acquaintances. Well well alone if you didn’t count the 12 other adults and the 35 scouts we were camping with at the local scout camp for the weekend.8========D Just thinking about it had brought her to the edge of orgasm. Her nipples were erect, her pussy flowing, her skin hot and pink. Her eyes were moist and pleading to be fucked.I sat by her as she extended one leg by me. I took her other ankle in my hand and brought her foot to my lips. I started with her little toe, kissing, tonguing, sucking, as I worked my way slowly up her leg, stopping to nibble the tender back of her knee. I worked up her thigh, feeling her twitch and squirm until I got to. Iris Fielding...wondered if she still had that ridiculous rugthat was on his head when Arnold Betancourt first met her.As she placed a cigarette in her mouth and fished through her pocketbookfor her lighter, the maid serving Iris...whose name tag read JOANNE,which was clearly the fitting name a meddling freelance photographernamed Jonathan Eberhardt had been given once the Lady Agatha had finishedfeminizing him...dutifully returned to the table. "Would you like anymore coffee, Mistress?" As.