She made her way into the overgrown garden, plunked herself down on a bench, opened her book and adjusted her floppy hat to shade her eyes.Opportunity...had presented itself.I made sure my mare was happy, crept through the woods and came up behind the young woman who was obviously engrossed in her novel. I clamped one hand over her mouth and the other at her waist, yanked her up and carried her off, legs kicking wildly and arms flailing.“Beast,” she cried when I sat her down and had a good look. Reaching my starting place just after 10.16. After stripping I glance a runner disappearing around the bend. I shouted “Oi.” She turned, waved and then sprinted off. I kicked up into a sprint but didn’t see her again. Reaching my rucksack I’m disappointed until I find another scribbled note. It said, ‘It was a real pleasure seeing all of you this morning.’ In capital she’d scribbled, REMEMBER….. YOU CAN HAVE ME ONLY IF YOU CAN CATCH ME.’ Looking around all is as quiet as normal. The only. I love Steve’s cock but Dale showed me that size does matter but only if the guy knows what he’s doing. So that’s how it went for what seemed like forever. One guy would pull out to be replaced by the next and then the next. Finally Steve was in me and he shoved all the way in and filled me with cum. When he pulled out Tom put just the head of his cock in and stroked his cock until he added his load. Then Dale pushed his huge head in and did the same. When he pulled out he pushed my ass cheeks. That would be my body, if my old self was to be believed, and this was amazing in itself. I long ago wrote myself off as being fat and ugly and the kind of girl a guy would fuck only after he's drank a few too many and didn't care if he was sinking his dick into a cunt or the ass of his best friend.To think that my body would be the object of Jim's desire seemed laughable to me until I started looking at myself in the mirror in the morning before Jim woke up.Before I met Jim, I tended to avoid.