.I know I have fun on our nights out because I'm with a gang of girlswho I know like me for ME," I mumble. "I'm 99% certain it's the same forOphelia t...o." Aww..." Katie coos, ambushing me with a playful hug. "Well, for whatit's worth, the same DEFINITELY goes for me and Lauren. And Snikki too!I know Nikki is REALLY happy she's got another friend like- umm, well,umm, you know..." Meh, you should know by now that I don't mind you saying it out loud,"I shrug."...In fairness, I HAVE only known you. On many of those occasions Sir Lancelot stayed behind and enjoyed scandalous trysts with the lusty horny Lady Guinevere. All was well in the Queen’s world. She was happy, content, and sexually satisfied by Sir Lancelot. He knew precisely what to do and how to do it so as to provide the Queen with glorious, royal orgasms. Lancelot considered it one of his duties as well as his pleasure to make sure Lady Guinevere was not deprived of being totally and continually sexually gratified. But when Sir. ‘Ow!’ Tim hurried over, his face a mask of concern. ‘What happened?’ ‘Something… I don’t know. It – hurts?’ Tim took my hand, looking at it carefully. ‘Oh…’ ‘What?’ I asked. ‘Is it serious?’ He shook his head. ‘Just a bee sting. Come on, we’ll go back to the café, borrow some tweezers.’ I followed him, not understanding. When we got to the café, Tim spoke briefly to the girl behind the counter, and came back holding something in his hand. ‘This is going to hurt a little,’ he said. I nodded, and. He looked down at his white briefs and realised, aghast, that his white pants had turned sheer. The material was clinging tightly to his cock, and the head was clearly visible, his balls hanging low and his dark bush acted as a backdrop to make his package appear even more pronounced. At this point, Mr. Murray returned, shower gel in hand. Turner turned his back on Mr. Murray, but was only too painfully aware that this would only reveal his tight hairy buttocks. Mr. Murray proffered the shower.