Ha! Should've got himself promoted to Brigadier like his pater. Well anyway, he was there and old Tim Screeby, and the Vicar, and Doctor Ormsby, yes, ...es, Bertram Oliver Ormsby, gave that trophy to the school. Yes that's right, the kids always say they've got the BOOT when they win it. Then there was myself... what? Oh yes, I'm Lord Pecan, buggered if I can ever remember which one, still, not the one who murdered his cook, allegedly. No, no, cook is just fine... or indeed the daft beggar who. We invited the spiders to our villa for a while. We could stuff them on fresh seafood and pick their brains. They didn't really know much about us and we knew next to nothing about them. Yes, they consumed protein. Yes, they were compatible with earth proteins. Yes, they ate seafood. Bingo.The paparazzi about had a stroke when the spider showed up in Trieste. When the first flash went off the three spiders with us reacted by jumping about 12 meters and ripping the camera from the photographer's. Now, I had both of them and it was hard to choose. So, I put one hand on the left one and pulled the right one into my mouth with my right hand. Up to this time, I do not recall at all that I had been sexually excited in doing this; only that it was so exotic to my mouth and hands to touch her there. Obviously, this had become more than just curiosity of a child.But, now I was lying lengthwise on her body with my head buried in her breasts and my lower body rubbing against her stomach. In those. .. and yielding. She was drier in the morning, hotter too - internally I mean. At night she'd get real wet and wild, fucking Jolene after the sun went down seemed to be as much a contest, or a battle, as a coupling. At night she was demanding, insistent - she knew what she wanted (hell she knew what I wanted too) and she got it... more often then not.But damn, in the morning, pretty much any morning... man, for me that was the best. Sometimes she'd just throw a leg over me all casual-like,.