Still it had been fun. “Ah well life moves on” I muttered to myself.I sat there and suddenly I was surrounded by Christine, carrying her bags, the... Claire And Katie. "We've been to your house then second guessed you'd be here. Cost a fucking fiver in the taxi !“ Christine said ”and I'm not leaving until Ok“ ”Until when" I asked but Chris had wandered to the bar.She came back with four bottles of house wine and four glasses. “Finish that and then drink this and take this” Another pill. I needed. The emptiness left a trail of oozing fluids streaming from between her legs and onto the clean floor as well. She adjusted her skirt, letting it settle back down to at least partially cover her swollen sex. She reached for the towel she had brought to wipe down the cows and used it instead to clean some of the combined wetness that was now running down her thighs. The smell of sex was pungent in the air. She tried to wipe away the sticky semen that still remained on her face and breasts. She. That, my dear, is the meaning of my ‘secret Santa’ gift to you, and why it was the kind that it was,” I explained, just seconds before Julia walked over to me and planted the wettest, steamiest French kiss that she could on my lips.“There, honey. Not exactly a ‘let’s just be friends’ gesture, is it? All I wanted from you was to be honest and level with me, and you did. Thank you for being an adult and treating me as one, not as a delicate flower who can’t handle the truth. I, too, am loyal, but. I have broken women with temperaments such as yours, although admittedly none as marvelously imposing or voluptuously substantial or as tall as you. Be that as it may, all women are the same size when they are lying on their backs.” I swung myself downward dropping feet first to the mats in order to critique her naked form; much of the defiance was now gone from her green eyes. I removed the riding crop from her mouth and dropped it to the concrete floor. I took my thumb and forefinger to.