Like a bucket of icy cold water. Smack! me arm lashed out automatic like, and me fist smacked into something solid with a satisfactory cracking sound...."Fucking hell!" It was a bloke's voice, an old bloke,"What's that for!" "For that!" I shouted, "What the fuck are you doing!" "You hit me!" he wailed. "You fucking groped me!" I pointed out, "What the fuck do you think I am? fucking queer or something?" "Well you're a Lib Dem aren't you?" he asked. "No I'm fucking BNP," I insisted, "Al's a Lib. I put on just a pair of shorts and shoes and went out back and sat on the picnic table. In a few minutes Kim came out and spoke to me. I asked if she would join me in having a beer. We went inside and I opened us a cool one. Kim was wearing a next to nothing top and cut way off jeans. She was almost bare assed.I told Kim she had a cute figure. And she asked if I thought she was too thin. I put my hands on her waist and pulled her against my hard prick and told her she was just right and ought. However, during the cold months, the water was drained out of it, the pump disconnected, and the house plumbing was not used. This left the old tried and true outhouse, which was cold. Of course, I could and did use a bucket of water to flush the indoor toilet, most of the time. Only made sense, after all.Another thing that Fred's son Carl did, was to have the indoor plumbing put in as it was. This meant having to put in one of those systems to handle water and waste, which he apparently paid. Amy was fully suspended by her wrists, excruciatingly painful in and of itself, with her legs spread wide. Her DD tits stood straight out from her chest, the minimal sag they normally had gone with her stretched frame, her perfect ass perfectly round behind her with a slight crease where the cheeks meet the backs of her legs. Stan had calculated correctly and the position left her level with his eyes, both her cunt and ass exposed. Since he was 6'3? tall, she was in the perfect position for.