”There was a moment of charged silence between them, so full of memories.Pete broke the silence with a change of subject. “That barn was converted...into a house, the field behind it was turned by Macready into a small housing project, and the farmhouse was converted into a pub called The Prancing Horse.”“Really? I’m amazed, that farmhouse was office and the farmyard just a builders’ yard when I knew it. Do you know how the barn turned out?”“Yes, I do, I actually learned my joiners’ trade working. I'm sorry, but that's the way it's gotta be, it's a family thing." Alright, you're the boss," Nikki said touching his hand as she climbed out of bed."Whatever you say," Kim added as she too got out of bed and began gathering her things.He watched while they got ready, Nikki putting on her old terry-cloth robe, Kim pulling on her blue tee-shirt over her gown. At the front door, as they kissed him goodbye, he said, "I'll call you later. I should be back by this afternoon, or tonight at the. Feeling his precum mix with her juices as she starts to run her clit over his tip, feeling it catch on the ridge. Knowing the sensation is almost too much for him she takes him deep into her cunt in one swift motion. Untying his hands she feels them reach for her breasts, squeezing them, pinching the nipples. Rocking back letting him feel the walls of her hot pussy stroke his cock. Slowly tightening & releasing each group of muscles she hears him moan ‘God baby, I love how tight you are.’. Distracted as she tried to squirm away from the tormenting feathers, she was caught unaware as the feather beneath her flickered upward and drew a long line up her slit. A moan, a real one this time, was forced out between the giggles at the surprise stimulation. The motion began repeating, and another of the softer feathers appeared and pounced on her throbbing clit. The new sensation drew a harried gasp and mixed more moans into her giggle-fit. Her eyes started to water, and another feather.