" You can't flood the festival. It'll ruin it for everybody." Nonsense, everybody loves Glastonbury when it is a mudbath. You wait, you'll see dozens ...f people having the time of their lives swimming in mud puddles, not knowing or caring what bodily fluids are also mixed in. Oh, and yes, your tents are on high ground. So Emma, on three, bring on the rain. One ... two ... three!"I can feel myself talking to every raindrop within a thousand miles and calling them to me. I am the rain queen, I am. "She had me stand at the edge of the bed and bend over. She removed the butt plug from me and shoved her strap-on into me."Is this what you wanted?" she asked."Yes, Ma’am," I moaned like a whore. With that, my Mistress began to pound me, occasionally slapping my ass. My Mistress is amazing with her strap-on. She thrusts deep and hard with a rhythm that would make you think she’s been fucking guys’ asses into submission all her life."Do you know what’s going to happen now?" she asked in her. She asked, “What’s going on?”He shrugged his shoulders again deciding that he really enjoyed being on the giving end of shrugged shoulders. Both kids glared at him. Sharon said, “Enough of that.”Deciding that she wasn’t going to get anything out of her father, Cathy turned to her mother and asked, “What’s going on?”Harry blurted out, “Are you guys getting a divorce?”Deciding to let Sharon handle the questions, Greg took a seat and faced her. She answered, “No, we are not getting a divorce.”“Oh,. We had actually had one of our more intimate grown up discussions with her lying there in the bathtub, though at the time she'd been for the most part hidden in a blanket of bubbles. After a while soaking like that, talking however, her breasts eventually began playing peek-a-boob with me, though upon discovering that she was now exposing a great deal more of herself that she might have intended, she'd ended our discussion, promising to continue it later after she'd gotten out and dried off.I'd.