Beyond them lay the river. He followed the path catching glimpses of the figure he had first spotted and then she disappeared from view. Walking faste... Jonathan reached the far side and stopped. There was no sign now of the full head of black curly hair he had seen. “How strange,” he thought to himself. “Now where could she have gone?” He stood for a moment looking this way and that. Nothing. He turned around and was about to give up his pursuit when he heard the giggling of a girl over to. Everything moved faster now, she grabbed the hem of my t shirt and yanked it over my head and threw it on the floor, I returned the favour. I quickly dropped my pyjama shorts and stepped out of them, watching closely and Layla did the same thing. We melted into each other again and fell on to the bed. All the time we were giggling softly. I pushed Layla down and climbed on top of her, straddling her stomach. I kissed her once on the lips, then the neck, then the shoulder and slowly made my down. I sat right next to him and he knew who I was right away. we chatted for a couple minutes when I reached over and started touching his inner thigh. he was wearing tight bike shorts. he relaxed back in his chair as I rubbed his inner thighs. I noticed his bulge start to show through his shorts, so I placed my hand right over it, lightly rubbing his semi hard shaft. I slowly slid my hand down his shorts, finally feeling his thick cock. rubbing his hot cock and sweaty balls, I pulled my hand back. Now the riding crop that magically appeared in his hand had plenty of targets, front and rear, upon which to plant its burning kisses. Catherine screamed at the searing impact of each stroke, but no sound seemed to come from her lips. As the whip rose and fell, alternating between her breasts and backside, she felt herself becoming more and more aroused, a heat building inside her unlike anything she had ever felt before. She felt as if she might lose control of herself in a massive sexual.