The drawer beneath contained a fine selection of bamboo canes, of differing weights, from the thin and whippy to the serious, knobbled old school, com...lete with hooked handle. I took one out, swished it around a little. It sounded loud in the stillness of the room. Then I found the piece de resistance: a bundle of birch rods, tied together at one end with a red ribbon, which was twined round to form a handle. We'd never tried one of these before. I replaced it, pushing it to the back of the. A glint of coppery, orange intermittently sparked between the leaves. Soon Angela’s pretty, freckled face came into view. She bounced towards me, grinning cheerfully, her ginger hair flopped messily yet alluringly across her forehead. It was chilly, so I was surprised she was only wearing a thin, sleeveless top. The cold air was making her nipples stand out invitingly. I tried unsuccessfully to prevent myself staring at them.“There you are!” She called, as she skipped towards me and wrapped her. She ate it and liked it. She fed me one back. We laughed together with our foreheads touching. We kissed and continued to share them. My dad gave her one of his clams. Karen ate it and thanked him. But she didn’t kiss him. We finished our mushrooms quickly and were sitting together holding hands and leaning toward each other. When Jennifer arrived with salads for all of us, she commented quietly to both of us that we made a very happy and beautiful couple. We thanked her. We dug in talking. Needing to replenish fluids as seldom before I staggered off to the kitchen and Connie dragged herself off the bed to follow me. As I stood at the fridge drinking a pint of milk in a single draught, she leant in the doorway looking at me with that twinkle in her eye, stark naked, her thighs slick with spunk. She looked sexier than ever, in fact, her mighty thighs and hips seemed to have grown still bigger, and even her modest breasts looked a little fuller: but I must be imagining it. ‘James,’.