The stallion approaching an unknown mare.Everything is magical.Everything is in the dream.But you feel something.Something real.At the end of your bed...The blankets rise.It's true.It's hands.his hands.The fingers progressing and climb up.they Rise on the soles of your feet.they Climb up and descend after scratching.Do not shout.Breathed freely.The music covers your breath.the Fingers progressing.They want to get high.Yes!Your legs tremble.React.The fingers scratching, subside again.This time. Danny found that so exciting. Beautiful Hayley Stewart spreading her legs and offerring herself to him. Carefully he explored the mysterious and intimate folds. He had learnt his lesson about thrusting hard and deep. He sensed her pleasure as she started to groan and move her hips.As Hayley had expected he didn't know anything about female anatomy. Her hand returned to guide his.“Can you feel this Danny? It's small and a bit harder. His fingers felt something like a small lubricated. No green-head flies either," added Emily. "Yes, it is hot today. I've been working and sweating all morning and am looking forward to a swim which I intend to do after I finish this beer and this cigarette." "That's a regular cigarette? Can I bum one," he asked? "Sure...and yes, it is a regular cigarette. I haven't had anything to roll in months." "We have a couple already rolled," offered Emily. "I love this beach!" I said. Emily took a long joint from her bag and lit it. As she leaned up on. I could hear it in her voice, the desire to shed, if only for a moment, the emotional and societal restraints that her marriage and family that were keeping us apart. I would never suggest to her that she outright lie and scheme to her family to provide situations for us. That would be going too far."When Don leaves, if the kids sleep over friends houses...anything like that. Call me, at once." No."My stomach dropped again. "It's..." she started. "Please don't take this the wrong way. I want to.