They shut the door behind them and locked it, turning the hall light on. Chrissie turned to Tom, pulled him to her and kissed him, holding it until he...responded to her and returned the kiss."Tom ... I'm a little tired, over-fed ... and all I want is a glass of water and bed. With you. If..."He silenced her in the time-honoured way."Glass of water and bed sounds good to me."The formalities – drink and bathroom – took a few minutes. Chrissie took the first turn in the bathroom, so was in bed when. Closing it, he looked at her curiously. "I was going to surprise you with this later, but now's as good a time as any."Still wondering what she was talking about, she held out a closed hand and told him to open his. When he extended his open palm to her, she dropped something that jingled in it.It was a car key with a leather fob that had the image of a horse's head embossed on the leather."No way!" Rob exclaimed. "You brought the Mustang?" Did you really think I got all that luggage over here. As I caress your breast with my left hand, I slide my right hand down to your pants and flip open the button on your jeans and slide down your zipper. You try maneuvering yourself a little better so I have unrestricted access to your hungry pussy.As I slide into your underwear, you let out a breath in a sigh of how aroused you've become. Slowly rocking your hips to move against my hand as I rub your clit and slide a couple fingers into your dripping wet mound.You can't bear being this excited,. Davie’s family had a small farm a few miles outside town. Mainly arable but with a fairly large flock of free range hens. One weekend his family had some sort of function to attend at a distant town – wedding or christening or something – but Davie was to stay behind to look after the chickens and I was to stay with him as company and to help collect the eggs and round up the chickens at night.We spent Saturday afternoon messing around on the farm as teenagers do but after getting the chickens.