A gorgeous, warm summer evening would be perfect. I could wear a pretty beach dress, without a thong on, so that when we got chance you could have eas... access to my velvety pussy lips, and slip your fingers inside me. The woods would be quiet and apart from the rustle of arran grass and the lapping of the sea, it would be so peaceful. We could walk through the woods and hold hands, stopping and kissing and finding somewhere we can be more passionate and intimate. It’s this slow build up that we. She didn't know what to say. She only wanted to get out and he had offered a way. He had kissed her and she went along with it. Then she was on her back and he had his way with her. She did more than go along with it however. She was coming back to earth when she heard a slight commotion on the supply room side of Peter's dressing room. She didn't see Peter snapping photos of her. She did feel the power of his pulses as he finished within her. She lost it a second time and just lay there for. "Oh, and this goes for all of you Ass card holders!" Erebus raised his voice to get everyone's attention. The room quiets down and he says firmly "Please use lube on her ass, I don't want her torn. Ok, everyone have fun!" and he stepped back to let the men start. Amethyst sees a set of legs walking toward her face and then a dangling cock is held before her. The Reverend, who she can't see clearly through her watery eyes says obnoxiously "I know you know what to do with this, slut, now open!". The clerk handed her the letter and her heart fluttered when she saw that it was from the Sheriff’s Office in Placerville. Perhaps that’s the only way to send out a letter, she thought. She tore it open and eagerly read the contents. Dear Mrs. Somerset, I am sorry to report that your husband, Henry Somerset has passed away. He was shot during a claim dispute. His belongings are being transported back to you and should arrive shortly after this letter. I am also sorry to inform you that he left.