‘Dogs helped me bring down a boar. I need help to bring it in – it’s a big one. Thinking you could do with some solid, hot food. And I want to c...eck your shoulder.’ ‘Oh, it’s fine,’ he said, covering it with his hand. ‘No more pain or swelling.’ She nodded, smirking a little at his modesty but making no more of it. ‘Come on, then. Let’s be about it, or it’ll be too dark to find the pig.’ He nodded and rose to his feet, heading to the door which he held open for her. She laughed at his chivalry. I swallowed, turned away, my eyes watering from the sight of her shapely hips swaying to the light Blues music Café Cascade, Taj, Goa was playing today. As she neared with her plateful of sausage and pancakes, I turned back - cool as a cucumber, my I'm-The-Perfect-Boss-With-No-Penis expression plastered onto my face. "Mr. Jaiswal," she began, "Sir, You should have really come for the jog this morning. The beach side is especially beautiful that early?" "Yes?" I asked, feigning disinterest, as. I know she likes the way it fills her, and the way I can fuck her long and hard with it without her worrying about me coming too soon. As she watched the 3-some scene, and I fucked her with the dildo, I knelt down alongside her, and began to lick and suck her clit. She responded to this, and began to lift her hips in rhythm to my fucking and sucking motions. This is a sign that she is close to orgasm, and I had to decide to let her come, or hold her off longer. I decided to let her come, so. There is no one around, and the only sounds are those of a hot summer’s day; the wind gently stirring the leaves in the trees and a distant jet engine as it disappears into the distance. I lay on my back, my hands beneath my head. You lay on your side with your head nestled on my shoulder. Your hand starts to trace shapes on my chest, through my white cotton shirt while your bare toe rubs playfully at my exposed lower leg. Moving my hand around, I reach for the small of your back. Feeling for.