Her labia gently swelled, moistening as the teasing of her skin aroused her further and her senses pushed wider.There ... there, in the thicket beyond...the hedge, was something new, something very different. Neither a vegetable mind, growing slow and root-linked to its neighbours, nor a simple animal mind caught up in the immediacy of living, but one sending a tendril of sense back to her that fed into and fed from her, spiralling them both up towards a pinnacle they could not yet see, a tendril. "No, no, Ryan. It's me that should be sorry. I pushed you too fast."Ryan could not rid himself of the sense of shame and guilt at his weakness. All he had thought about going all the way was now dead and buried, and his guilt was magnified by seeing the strips of his cum up her arms. "But I am sorry for spoiling it all." Spoiling it? What's spoiled? We haven't finished, Ryan." It was almost a sense of erotic duty driving her now. Quite apart from desire, there was a sense of guilt about her. She said that she was fine and if she could take Florence that she was fine with helping.I asked Star and Sunshine to be extra careful while we were gone. They both kissed me and said they would wear their pistols the whole time. I set an MP-5 inside the door of the house. They all said they would rather have their rifles than the submachine gun. I asked them to leave it there anyway.Swan fixed up a rig to carry Florence suspended in front of her as she rode. I carried her about half the time. Our generous hostess was down to a pair of lacy red panties that had been stuffed with cash; she was dancing and trying to entice the boys even more by rubbing her body against them, and they seemed to be having some fun too.In my haste for what I thought would be a good idea, I sidled up next to Willy and tried to extricate the introvert from him. He was nervous, and I honestly think he might have been a virgin that night. He was sitting in a slouched pose, and while smiling he seemed distant..