It wasn’t shy, it was affirming. She knelt down and stroked my body, not tentatively but aggressively. “Si”.Sylvia, “She thinks you should con...inue. It is a rare experience. It is what she did.”I assented. They led the horse on, again. The moment of pending orgasm was lost, but I found that it wasn’t lost very far. In another ten steps, I was gasping for air as the sensations were driving me higher and higher. I glanced at Sylvia who was trying to stay near me. She called to me as we were. "Ok, girls," I said, standing in the kitchen and making them sandwiches, "this week, I want you to go back and collect the wood I just cut up. Stack it up in the shed, but leave enough room for tools. Any extra wood we have can be stacked up on the porch."Momo, of course, whined at the prospect of more work, but Sonja was as happy as could be.----------------------------------------September turned to October, and my home became an island in a sea of autumn leaves. It was beautiful beyond. Truth be told, she was pretty fucking cool. She liked all the same music that we liked and she wasn’t one of those girly girls that can’t hang out or look like they spend an hour on their makeup. She just had a bit of a “fuck you” face. I didn’t care. Instead of talking to her jerkoff boyfriend, I would just try to sneak a peak at her cleavage whenever she wore a low cut top. I suppose another bonus she had working for her was her ethnicity. I don’t know what she was, but she was most likely. "Not good enough," she said. "I think I'll go back upstairs. Goodbye, Zak." A kiss before I go?" he asked.She was tempted, very tempted. He was a good kisser and a wonderful lover, though Ged was as skilful and much more loving and considerate. Ged was already her soulmate as Zak had never been. She realised that she had spent her relationship with Zak desperately trying to keep his interest. With Ged, she was comfortable and relaxed. No comparison."No, Zak," she said. "Kisses are for friends,.