As they kiss, their bodies hump and grind together, their swollen cocks bumping and rubbing in an erotic froth between their bellies, both their hands...sliding down around one another and squeezing and groping at their naked asses. Buttercup takes hold of Belle’s hand and pulls her along. The love struck cow follows without argument. Together they mount the hill past the main house and follows a path down toward the storage barn, ducking inside away from the night and into the darkness.Belle. Itwasn't mine to give up."Are you okay?" asked Evan"Huh? Oh. yeah." I shook the emotion out of my eyes as I watched myformer body turn and saunter off into the distance, never to be seenagain. "I'm just... saying goodbye."I tried to tell myself that it was okay, that it wasn't my original bodyto begin with. I'd commandeered it bit by bit from the girls back at thebar that first night. I had no more of a claim to it than anyone else. Itwould be good to let some other poor girl have it. Let her. I took a few quick seconds to protect you while you weren't looking." She looked down in amazement to find he was indeed wearing a condom. He turned her around and pushed her back so she was leaning over with her hands on the wall. He slid his hand down her folds and found that she was indeed still hot and wet. Just waiting for round two. He didn't want her to be disappointed. This time he spent several minutes sliding himself along her crease. Only when she begged did he push himself into her.. As she collected their drinks from the far end of the room, he looked around the lavishly appointed room. A low, glass fronted cabinet adorned with lifestyle magazines, vases and photographs, took up the entire length of one wall. He moved closer. Frozen smiles from many years of marriage looked out at him. He picked up a frame, Ainsley’s husband looked to be a much older man, perhaps 30 years his senior. Older than Ainsley herself. His tanned, firm features spoke of expensive methods of.