I felt as if I had been transported to a surreal universe where everything happened in slow motion. Her hands continued down until they could take the...shirt by the parted hem, pull upward and back, allowing the shirt to fall back from her shoulder and, as her tits came into view, I gasped. Despite their size and fullness, they did not drop or sag when freed, their asymmetrical areola enhancing the perfect nipples, still hard from rubbing against the shirt, and were thrusting forward as her arms. " Smart of you," said Carly. "Mum and Dad might be OK, but I'm not altogether sure how they might take it either." Well, if you don't, I certainly wouldn't. You're the smart one amongst us, miss goody two shoes," I replied, using one of our old childish insults in jest."Years since you called me that Ian," said Carly with a giggle."There's more though isn't there?" Carly asked. "Don't try to lie, you aren't good at it and I've had some training since I left home to work."I said nothing simply. They moved in rhythm – the drive of her pelvis sending shivers into his stomach, his muscles tingling with each stroke. She rode his meat, her wrists clasped tight around his neck. Leaning forward, he sucked her left breast, teasing and grinding the dark nipple between his teeth. A tiny drop of blood came from the wound and glistened against her flesh. Takara, lost in the moment, increased her stride, breathing heavily, embracing the dull ache in her groin.The monk, on the other hand, was. Hopefully I’ll be able to do that more often in the future.”Matti and Dawn had just finished their supper. Matti had prepared a simple meal of fried potatoes, pan fried pickerel fillets and sliced tomatoes. While he was doing the cooking, Dawn had set the table and prepared a pot of tea for after the meal.Before that, he had shown her how he filleted the pickerel that they caught. She was quite amazed at the quick transformation from whole fish to edible fillets. When he was finished he had.