It was kind of confusing to me.I decided to trick one of the other authors. I wrote them a feedback and asked if they were Beth Hendley, who wrote, "O...e Nice Night"? They told me that was written by Beth Wilson, and that she wasn't her. I apologized but got my information. In other conversations the town of Gayley, Canada came up. I think that is probably where she lives.Now I had all the information I needed. Beth and Roy Wilson, in all her stories the husband's name was Roy and since she is. I smiled at him. I knew exactly what I was going to treat him to.I started to circle my clit as I watched him masturbate. It was such an erotic sight for me and I guess for him too. I wanted to feel his spunk all over my body but that would mean moving closer to him, touching him even, and I had already forbidden that.I started to rock my body, the sensations on my clit was a thousand times more intense than it would have been if it were just me. I started to rub it quite hard. I could feel my. I knew that I could have satisfied my curiosity about how he looked by simply rooting around in Debbie's mind, but I had stopped doing that as a matter of course, once I realized that Debbie wasn't able to do the same to me.There were four bedrooms, and Debbie took one of the smaller ones. The room that Debbie picked had a feminine feel to it, and I realized that this might have been Debbie's own room at some point in her life.June, on the other hand, took another bedroom.I didn't know how. "We'll go on three," she said. "One...two...three." On three, I pushed myself up and pulled at the saddle as hard as I could. I could feel Ajei's hands slide over my hips, briefly cup the cheeks of my bum, before sliding down my thighs as she gave me the extra shove I needed to finally clamber over the horse and steady myself in the saddle. "Phew. Thanks," I said. "Believe me, the pleasure was all mine," Ajei replied, winking again at me. As we moved off down the track into the Valley I.