" I know. He raped Woodrow Allen's wife, before slitting her throat." Ah yes, that was unfortunate." De La Zouche took a sip from his glass. "I had ho...ed to find you at home, when I paid my visit to your London address. Obelix might not have raped you, but he would certainly have slit your throat!" He gave a mocking smile. "But allow me to introduce myself. I am Ashby de La..." Save your breath; I know who you are." D'accord. You may wonder at my forename, which is definitely non-Gallic? It was. The best part of all, she was not just a witness, she was a willing participant. She wished she could go out on the rooftop and yell to the world, “I love fucking.”Yoshimi was aware that she wasn’t the only girl who wanted to do this. She guessed that eighty percent of all girls her age wanted a cock in their pussy most of the day and night. Fucking was fantastic. He was slow and determined to make it wonderful she thought. Yoshimi recalled her time in Japan where the age of consent is twelve.. I slipped out of my mud caked jeans into a clean pair, along with some fresh socks and shoes, glad I had thought to bring these. The campground had no showers, pit toilets were the only facilities to speak of, but I grabbed some soap, a towel and washcloth, and set out to wash up best I could at one of the water faucets.Just a short walk down the road and across from a small vacant campsite was an ornate stone pedestal with a drinking fountain on the top, and a faucet on the side above a. Before he could worry about it further he slipped into a deep sleep.--------------------------------------------------------------------------------It was over five hours before Jim finally awoke. He yawned and slowly opened his eyes. His first thought was why is the ceiling a different color? He realised he must be in someone else's bedroom, how did he get here. He had a vague memory of a car journey and something about having tits. Some dream, except... THAT WAS NO DREAM!!Suddenly he was.