I was practically drooling as I rubbed my hands all over her hot body. she stood up and turned her back to me and my hands went around her to cup her ...reasts. My erection was pressed against her ass and as my hands slid under her top. she gasped then my right hand slid down and into her bikini bottom. She was baby smooth down there. Her head fell back onto my shoulders just as I found her pussy.“OH…NO….what about Angie?….You shouldn’t be doing this.” she moaned.“Angie who?” I joked.“Angie ME!”. “Yeah, I’d like to see you swallowing something better than tomato juice as well” laughed Trev. Laughing along but not sure why, or where the headache had come from, Sue said she didn't want anything else to drink but did want to go home. Making sure that she finished her remaining wine first they steadied her as she stood up and then they left the Pub. “Show us where you live and we’ll walk you home” they gallantly offered. Sue wanted to go home alone but it was as if her brain was tired of. The first was the deliberate breeding of white female slaves with African males to produce strong workers for the fields, which was unnecessary nowadays; because of the use of machinery, agriculture was no longer labour intensive. The second was the use of female white slaves as draft animals to pull pony traps; again he felt the invention of the Rolls-Royce made this unnecessary, and the thrill of using the women was more than satisfied by the hunting he loved, using wolfhounds to track down a. On the other hand, the fresh memory of Jenna in her hot costume was going to be hard to push aside. I was laying on the bed, naked, with a sheet over my torso, and gently stroking my cock. I was trying to decide on a non-Jenna fantasy. Perhaps a meet up from Lush Stories would work. Maybe I could build a new fantasy based on a boss/intern or a nurse/patient story. I was tired, and nothing was jumping out to tease me away from the thought of Jenna. Maybe I imagined hearing a quiet voice off to.