I took her hand in mine and started to walk toward the cottages."Where are we going?" She sounded scared. I wondered if she was having second thoughts...about meeting me like this, being alone with me in a place that was not familiar to her. She kept looking behind us."We're going for a walk," I said. For some reason, that I couldn't explain, I wanted to move away from the tennis courts. There was some movement behind us and I knew we were not alone. Margaret held back."Wait," a voice came out of. "Way too cold and uncomfortable for a fantasy. No, we go straight back my car and we fuck in the parking lot." With the heater on full blast," she giggled."Of course, can't have us catching a hypothetical cold. Anyway, you hop up on my lap, and somehow we manage to struggle out of all our clothes--" And then I rub my wet panties all over your face."I blinked, caught off-guard by her comment."Just trying to contribute," Tracy grinned wickedly."Oh, don't stop on my account." No, this is your. Of course."He went to the door and took the handle in his fingers, looking up intothe close face of Lady Ann. Again there was a frozen moment. They gazedinto one another's eyes, close enough now to touch. Neither one of themspoke or moved, then once again, Harry shattered the instant."Well open it then. And get that cap off! Show the proper respect for yourbetters."Burt snatched at his cap, flushing with embarrassment at behavingappallingly in front of one of the quality. He'd been taught. “Did I miss any spots shaving?” Her head was between her slightly spread legs, the position seeming perfectly comfortable to her somehow, her hands on her ankles. He pulled the panties apart, examining it thoroughly with first his eyes, then his fingers. “Looks and feels smooth to me, you did an excellent job! Let’s see how it tastes now.” He moved over and pat the bed where he had been sitting, where she leaned back onto a huge pile of pillows he had propped there. He placed a hand under.