The number of different angles and kisses that my camera showed, eesh. I remember also telling them both that this was the first time I had been kisse..., laughing, and getting kissed some more. I was enjoying it from the looks on my face, and no, you don't get to see pictures.When we finished our drinks, we realized that Becca was probably most drunk, and then Sam, then me. Sam and I decided that we would get Becca back to her flat. We wanted to avoid any incidents. We didn't but that's beside. Now his mind raced to find a justification."I do remind you, Jason, of how easily you were able to take Diane. If you fear Cassie's psychic prowess, you may be overestimating--" That's it," Jason said as his mind seized on an idea. "That's just it. Diane was almost too easy."Stacy tilted her head. "I'm sorry?" Yes, that's it. That has to be it. I was wondering about the distinct lack of any attempts to 'rescue' me. Maybe they were planning something like that and Diane was bait."Stacy. I walked into a clothing store where she shops and instead of wandering around lost, I walked straight to the back counter to enlist one of the sales women from the very start. I guess she was not ready for that approach because I could just see her head bobbing behind the counter as I approached. When I got closer I saw a woman in her mid-50’s, really big full tits, bent over opening a box of red satin corsets with black lace trim. She lifted the first one out of the box and I heard her. She is now torn between the horse and the man. Both could end up gone at any time, and only one could possibly take her away from here. But would he? And what if that fake horse cock is making up for his small cock size? Could she handle a guy with a small package? Would it be right for her to leave him once she has freed her? All these thoughts and more pour into her mind only to be broken by the ringing of the dinner bell. Jumping to her feet, she races down the hill toward the house. Emily.