"Right then, off you go," he said.He pulled her close and kissed her full on the lips.On the walk home her mind was filled with visions of what tomorr...w would bring and by the time she shut her house door behind her she was wet again."Timmy you in?" she shouted.No one replied for the house was empty.Shit she thought, she didn't have to hurry back after all. Anyway time to get naked again.Once behind the closed door of her own room she stripped off completely and looked at herself in the. Here, have a suck."Felton's eyes bulged out of their sockets as he watched the writhing girl come over and obediently carry out her mistress' command of passion.She was a beautiful dark thing. Her coffee-colored skin was clothed in a single long wispy transparent veil that clung to her fresh young nipples.As she bent down next to her mistress and latched onto his pole with her little paw, he reached down and tweaked her nipples hard between thumbs and forefingers.The girl squealed like a pig. Back to where it belonged. It was too late, all had been forsaken, and all was gone. Long gone. At last he fell through the entrance to the caves. Although dawn had just arrived hailing the coming day, the exhausted, broken man collapsed - into a deep, restorative sleep.Hove whistled merrily as he walked along the country track."Glad to see you in such good form this morning Brighton, I feared for your health last night." Holmes said cheerily."Takes more then some damnable Hun to bring me down. Ming simply smiled and bowed her head down. We ate an uneventful dinner of which I hated every single bite. I don't know how the French can eat this stuff, give me a medium rare T-Bone and a baked potato any day. What is quiche anyway? Spinach moosh is what they should call it. I playfully flipped a broiled pea at Ming hitting her in the cheek. She giggled like a child and flung a cooked flat noodle at me in revenge. The slimy thing stuck right to my forehead! My jaw dropped open and we stared.