With each boy she went out with, she'd let him feel her breasts, or kiss long passionate kisses, but when she felt that warm spot growing in her abdom...n she knew it was time to call a halt. What she did then was pure genius. She invariably told the boy, whoever he was, that she wanted to let him, and she might let him, but only if certain things happened. Her rules were these: First, if anyone asked the boy how far he'd gotten, he was to smile and say he couldn't say. Second, he could pretend. The quiet small market town had a strange feeling to it this morning, like the air itself was vibrating with anticipation. Some of the more sensitive villagers noted the tension, or wondered if they imagined a slightly unusual intensity in their neighbours' eyes, but most dismissed the phenomena as symptoms of excitement for the upcoming harvest.The three new arrivals definitely did not notice, as their minds were on a much more serious matter: budgeting. Sitting in the ramshackle local tavern. “Then bend over there” he said curtly and nodded towards a felled tree at the side of the road. Elena looked at it and then back at Dmitri for the briefest of instants before draping her nakedness over the rough wood, her booted feet spread wide and her hands braced on the parched grass in front of her. Alexandra knelt at Elena’s head and seized her wrists - in a surprisingly strong grip for one so slight.“Scream as you will” she said and kissed her sweetly on the cheek, like a sister “no-one. ‘I am free right now for your choice of lessons. What would you like me to teach me?’ ‘Let me think a moment. I think better with my hands occupied.’ Edwin reached out and fondled Cheryl’s left boob. She stood stoic and watched as he manipulated her fleshy mass. Edwin engaged both hands with both tits and continued his kneading. Looking around, he spied the straight back wooden chair. Edwin drew Cheryl along to the chair using her nipple nubs as mini-leashes. Edwin sat as Cheryl stood before.