I crossed the road and slowed to a stop and open the door to the reception area. I slipped my soaking wet running shoes off. The place was nice and qu...et. I slowly padded to my bedroom when out of the shadows the landlady/owner stepped."Oh hi," she said,"I had hoped to catch you, did you have a good run?". The landlady was a middle aged woman, who had the touch of Princess Diana about her, I had the chance to observe her over breakfast and thought she looked after herself well, though I could. Minako’s heart is pounding wildly. Why is her pussy so wet? Why is her entire body so hot? Why is everything tingling? She whimpers a weak mew and weakly tries to push Sakura’s hand away one final time. It’s so close to her pussy? She’s so scared. The young intern’s heart is thumping in crazed thumps as Sakura’s hand ventures higher and higher under her pink nightie. The anticipation of what might occur is almost too much for Minako to bear. Her body tenses in anticipation. Sakura is scaring. It was evident that they were both coming to terms with the delights of female frottage.The next few days included taking each of his ‘harem’ (as they called themselves) to bed: Smetna, Umbra (kind of – he didn’t want her to feel left out), Fimbra, in that order. “Like a deer stag.” Said Tematha, laughingly, “Asserting your dominance.”“Not a lion with his pride?”“No, you’re no pussy cat, my lo- I mean sir.” She let slip that she was falling for him too. He was weighing the pros and cons. He. “A picnic lunch only large enough for five! Oh boy, that was subtle!”Mark grinned. “A match made in ... BeePark. And look, they even put on clean sheets for us.” Another grin. “I had a parting link with Tajana. She promised they won’t be back for several hours.”Fatimanodded and fluffed up a fresh pillow and placed it behind her neck. She relaxed for a moment, enjoying Mark rubbing her instep, and then commented. “I really don’t need to be here.”“Sure you do.”“Sure I don’t. I can feel my mind,.