I, David, was the Daniel Boone or Davy Crockett of those sylvan lands. I was on a Saturday expedition, on my own, down a frozen stream bed that chilly...afternoon when it happened.In the summer before, I had 'river-walked' the shallow waters of this brook. Now, I was hiking the ice along the same passage. The banks rose above my head only a couple feet, making them about seven deep. Rocks and lumpy, clumpy dirt and tree roots lined the incline. The miniature valley went on some ways ahead of me. Marie moaned and shuddered, seeing the same perfect release in his features that she felt. His shoulders slumped as a last dribble of cream joined the hot pool inside her. Beads of sweat ran down both of their faces as they gasped for breath and trembled from the continuing waves of delight rippling through their bodies. Finally, his softening member slipped free of her and he collapsed to the bed. Marie snuggled up against his chest and he wrapped his arms around her. All considerations about. Sister Agatha-““Yes, I’m sure Sister Agatha made you a nice frumpy Victorian outfit made of hessian,” she snorted. “I want to see you in something more… sensual.”“I don’t – know what you mean,” I stammered.“Just go in the bedroom and change. I’m taking a shower.”Confused, I took the bag she had thrown at me into the other room and emptied its contents on the bed. Inside I found some tasteful lingerie – white basque, stockings, see-through panties and heels – and a short pink PVC maids’ dress of. One damn bolt! Typical." "You sound frustrated, is there anything I can do to help?" Luke noticed a little change in her voice when she asked if there was anything she could do. He shrugged it off. He began to reply, "No I don't think so bu... " He was interrupted by Molly's hand sliding up his thigh to his now growing bulge. "I think there is something I can do to help relieve some of your frustration," she said. She was now on her knees looking at him with that evil little smile that he knew.