You lay back to allow my mouth to begin exploring your breasts as my fingers continue to dance across your clit. Your breathing begins to quicken as I...gently suck your nipple into my mouth. My tongue flickers over your nipple, as it stiffens even more in my lips. Slowly and very deliberately I start to enter you with my finger. An audible gasp escapes your lips as I first enter you. Only barely do I dip into your honey pot. I gather more of your nectar and use it to assault your clit with. They got out of their cars. Two county officers in two vehicles. They walked up with their usual one officer takes one man and gets his story while the other officer gets the other’s story. Well these two officers knew Rabbit man. ‘Hey Jim,’ (Officer) ‘Hey Joe,’ (Rabbit man) ‘What’s going on here?’ (Officer) ‘This man’s dog ate two of my prize winning, 500 dollar hares.’ (Rabbit man) ‘I came to see what he was going to do about it and he attacked me.’ These two friends, I meant officers, knew. The first time Jonny brought her home on his motorbike, I saw it was a Bonneville! The bike that was every lads dream; a thing of power and beauty; and Jonny was an impressive looking chap too. Tall dark and handsome; he really was! I found myself getting on surprisingly well with him; talking about the Triumph Bonneville. In no time I was also under his charming spell. Mary spent all her time out and about with Jonny and her horse-riding became a thing of the past; her fine gelding Temple,. Although London born my family had moved up North when I was twelve and I, chameleon-like, soon blended into the local dialect. Little trace remained of my childhood speech patterns."Is he a Londoner, then?" Brenda asked.I nodded. " 'Appen he is." By 'eck, they do talk summat queer down South." She said."'Appen they do." My Northernspeak brought a smile of fellow linguistic recognition to her face.During this exchange Cynthia and Tony had re-joined the group, and Cynthia suggested we walk to.