"You're about to meetGeoff. He likes them quiet, obedient and passionate," he saidwith an ominous leer. Still tightly bound and in the pitch darkness ...f my blindfold Ihad little to do but to reflect on the three extraordinary weeksthat had culminated in this lunatic adventure; or dare, orgamble, or initiation or whatever this day was to turn out tobe. It had all begun with one of my evening walks. I had waiteduntil it was almost dark, and set off for the local park.Entering the park, I started. No people for miles. She did not feel right and its now time to mount back up. we had some time before my camp and where we would eat. Riding along she popped a few buttons and opend her shirt, You look as good as I thought, God blessed you that's for sure. She blushed, Why not take the shirt off and were your bra? That's a good idea, So off the shirt went. She laid it on the back of the saddle and we rode. We hit camp site and time to rest and water the horses and have lunch. The camp was a. Kissing her back, jasmine wished her a happy birthday and gave her the now wrapped present. unwrapping it, rebecca saw the pictures, laughed and gave jasmine another hug, nearly causing jasmine to come there and then. a few other people arrived, rebecca saying she'll talk to jasmine later and went over to greet the newcomers. jasminegot a glass of wine and went into the garden to chat to the other guests.bumping into a friend she hadnt seen for years, jasmine chatted away, almost forgetting. It seems like a long time ago but for some of us oldsters with hearts still ticking, the danger and excitement of a global war was the height of non-boredom.Charlotte, in retrospect, was probably the most beautiful and sexy woman I have ever met in my entire life and she did it all with a flair of normalcy that defied wisdom or belief. At that time, I was decidedly underage, but even a boy just past puberty has a right to fanaticize about the glorious world of secrets under a female's skirt.My.