I slowly walked over to sit next to her. Once I settled, she pulled me down and kissed me hard. Her small, rough tongue was begging my lips to open. I...finally relented and pushed my tongue into her mouth. After a few minutes, we broke the kiss and looked into each other’s eyes.Petra was the first to break the silence, “I love you, Shaun. I would have died inside if they had taken you earlier.” I reached out and wiped away the tears that had started to fall. “You are my mate. However, I know I. She sensed his interest in her even though they had not spoken her instinct is a built in protective device all women have she knew if she let him he would try to chat to her.Not that she didn't want him to chat to her, she was simply thinking things through.She watched his fingers as they gripped the steering wheel and the gear stick.She had decided a while back that one could tell if a man's cock was fat, thin, long, or short,by his other features, Not always of course not but sometimes one. In the back corner of her yard stood a playhouse. It was small, maybe eight feet by eight feet, with a roof that was maybe five and a half feet high. Shay opened the door and looked back over her shoulder at me. The playful sparkle was back.Without a word, she stooped through the door. I had a pretty good idea why we were visiting her old playhouse, and my cock started to stir. I followed her inside, stooping low to get through the door. Once inside, I remained slouched. Shay didn't have to. The woman started walking directly toward Liz. As they closed in on one another, Liz noticed the woman was of slight build with very shapely legs and neck length hair parted low on one side. Her stride was bold with a frivolous bounce as she walked. Liz made the corner of the bookstore and turned toward the door and the woman changed her course to match. Watching the woman, Liz could now distinguish that she was very attractive with large, merry eyes. The low sweep of hair across her face gave.