Brown eyes never seemed to have that something special that blue or green eyes did, but Ginny’s were certainly an exception. I looked down on her da...p hair and could smell the shampoo or maybe her conditioner. It smelled clean. I wanted her as much as I’d ever wanted a woman in my life and was finding it very difficult to just stand there.I saw amusement in those eyes. ‘You want me don’t you?’‘Damn right, as would just about any other normal male.’‘Why haven’t you done anything about it then?’. You can't help but admire her, even with a cock she's gorgeous. You never wanted to admit it, but you were interested in futas for awhile as well as dominant women and tall muscle women like the body your A.I. had chosen for itself."Mmmmm, that feels so good, Lucien, oh, and the UPL know of your 'interests' as well," Maxine explained with an amused smirk. You try to speak with a mouthful of cock only to make an "mmph" sound. "Ah ah ah, no talking with your mouthful, and yes, they knew, that's. How are you getting to Glastonbury, as I need to give your names andregistration number to the organisers so you can get on site?" My Harley, and the names?" Cat grinned. "Beth Williams, Cat Collins andits H558 WGM ." Beth, hun, pretty name short for Bethany or Elizabeth?" Bethany." Cat smiled gleefully wondering if she could make Jeff unableto refer to himself or sign his name any other way.Megan nodded and Cat could quite clearly see her writing on a sheet ofpaper that was not on her kitchen. . as yet. The driver was saying that she was to sit still and stay quiet; she could sit with Ben on his lap but not to try any heroics. She knew it was better than that smelly old sack or crammed into the back space so she nodded her assent and they soon set off again. She desperately tries to note the names of villages and any landmarks. The huge silent “Ben,” holding her onto his lap with a grip of iron, sat in grim silence. The driver all the while skilfully covering the ground as fast as he.