“Well I see you were busy.” I said.“Oh yeah all night.” he laughed “I’m just all frustrated now, knowing that smelling your pussy on your ...anties and jacking off with them is as close as I will ever get to you, I’ll never get to see your naked pussy or your tits or nothing.” he saidHe frowned at me, and I frowned back at him, and he turned his back and started going through some files. I sat there and looked at his cum stains on mypanties that were now in my purse. I wore a skirt today and then. He used his palms to push up and Sandra kissed him too.“Now what do we do about your cum in me?” Jessica wondered.“I’ll take care of that. My dad taught me to clean up after myself after having sex with a woman.”“You seem to have quite the family,” Sandra commented.“Once you meet them, you’ll understand.”Brad kissed his way down her body, his lips renewing the hardness of her nipples. Over her ribs and stomach down between her legs his lips and tongue left their mark. He eyed his cum oozing. At first I feared it might be Oswald Repp. The robust build and thatch of fair hair of the driver marked him as European. but it was plainly not the diminutive Repp. In the short time I had been in India I knew how unlikely it was for a European to be doing such a menial task as driving a carriage, and thought the driver might be a former member of a Madras European Regiment down on his luck. The fellow who stepped down from the driver’s bench was dressed in the skirt-like garment worn by. “Your usual, Bert?”“Yes please.”She started to draw my pint. It takes time, allowing the ‘head’ to subside a little before filling to the brim. “You know that woodland past Hollow Meadows...”“Aye.” I did. There are two sorts of woodland. Large swathes of land are covered in firs, which every few years are clear cut and replaced with saplings, the timber going I don’t know where. It used to be pit-props. I suppose it’s posts and lumber now. I don’t get upset about that. But other areas are mixed.