Red Anne was in the habit of traipsing off into the forest to hunt small squirrels and rabbits which the cook was happy to add to the stews and soups ...ut together in the kitchen. She did not hunt larger animals because she was not strong enough to carry the heavy meat back to the castle and she did not like company when she was hunting in the forest.It was a broken fence that caused her accident in the open lands behind the deserted Benedictine Monastery abandoned many decades ago. She had. The wooden floor glowed golden and their footsteps on it echoed into the dark and empty audience seating. It seemed like every sound was amplified as they set up stands and turned pages. Emily and Sandra stood facing Richard and the piano, rather than the audience."Now try the prologue," Richard said to Emily.Much better! The horn filled the hall, bathing them in rich reverberation. It was a significant improvement over the claustrophobic tightness of the practice room.Emily responded to the. You want that? Make the gusset of my panties all dirty with sticky come? So I can wear them and ride your face. Force you to eat me."It's my turn to gasp. "Fuck yes." I increase the pace of my wanking, my balls beginning to tingle. Yanking both hands away, I watch the whole thing twitch and bob as it desperately craves the touches to take me over the edge. Touches I deny. She's beyond anything I've ever experienced.When I calm slightly, I continue into the mouthpiece in a throaty voice. "I want. " started Rick, smiling, "but that's OK with me!" Then we noticed she'd decided to test the waters again. So soon after drying off, and she came over our way too!Sometimes, fate just smiles on you. Or Rick, at least. Her name was Christie, she was very friendly, and when we left the water, she actually brought her towel over to ours and talked to us. She was still friendly, apparently unattached, and she even made a couple of slightly suggestive remarks about "a couple of studs."I had to be.