Then, feeling crazy, I had her get on her hands and knees, still on the bed, and shoved the dildo up her cunt from behind. She screamed out of shock, ...hen slowly started feeling pleasure as a pumped it in and out of her wet hole. I then let go of it, got on my hands and knees, and stuck the other end of the pink dildo into my dripping wet pussy hole. We were facing away from each other, the double ended dildo on in each of our pussies, our asses hitting each other with every pump. We kept going. The next morning I was sure of quite a few things. Walking for ten hours in wet boots rewards you with blisters. Berries, especially in springtime, are not enough to fill your belly. Sleeping outside during spring under a slightly damp cloak is not warm, and neither are tree-roots good pillows. And most importantly: Forests are not parks, they are dark places with thick undergrowth, wide brooks, mires, steep cliffs, and hills upon hills upon hills that all hamper your progress. The only thing I. She talked with a proper English accent that had been honed at elocution lessons and as she walked she appeared to glide like a royal princess. It was alluring and sensual. It made her totally irresistible to Helen, and many others. She was never short of company but at the moment Helen was her play thing. Despite Helen being around eight years younger than her, she was very skilful at hiding her age and most people thought they were just old school friends, very comfortable in each other's. You must have noticed my neutral voice, because you stood suddenly. A thrill of excitement ran through me, causing my toes to curl and my muscles clench. “Spread.” The tone was back, implacable and commanding. I knew at once what you wanted. Without looking at you I timidly stretched my legs wide along the couch, going completely scarlet. How much more could you embarrass me?You remained stationary, tall and imposing, while I flushed. I waited for your next move, anxious. Why were you just.