Belinda, this is my good friend, Jessica Peterson." Henry's Mom got to her feet and was surprised when the girl hugged and kissed her asian on the cheek. "Hello, Belinda. It's so nice to Hardcore meet you." "You're Henry's Mom, right?" The girl asked, "Aunt Helen has told me so anal much about you, Mrs. Peterson," she smiled with a glint in her blue eyes, "We tell each other everything." "Oh?" replied Jessica. Well, this was all completely unexpected as they sat down and made small talk over tea and scones. It soon became obvious to her that Belinda was more than just a coffee morning surprise.� Helen confirmed it when she turned to her half an hour later as the mood between the three women subtly changed. "Maybe we can take our little get together someplace else," she suggested as she looked at the two blonde women sat opposite her before her gaze settled on her longtime friend, "What say you, Jess," she asked, "Your motel or mine?" As they got to their feet to leave, the younger woman turned to Jessica, "Oh, by the way, no one calls me Belinda," she said brightly. "Then what do I call you?" asked Jessica. "Binky," smiled the girl who had the most ridiculously bosomy figure under her flowery dress and black coat, "Everyone calls me Binky Brewster." The End. Notes: Better late than never. Different challenge and was fun to write. Enjoyed your comments. Next story post will be part 2 of "The Girl from Yesterday" which is a Victorian romance with a twist.� Chapter Twenty-One ELENA The drip of water, the howl of wind. The cold on my naked body. One breath, then another. That was what Adarian taught me so long ago. The room was lit by a barred window. It cast a dim ray onto my body, centering my exposed belly with a square of light. I was strapped to a wooden board in my cell, my limbs stretched in a spread-eagle, open and helpless. The small tits binds were unescapable, I knew, for I’d placed many beasts in them myself. Only for them, the worst interrogation practice had been waterboarding, and that would be the best of it for me. If I was lucky. I wasn’t under ranger japanese jurisdiction anymore. I’d been handed off to the royal guard. I felt a sudden surge of panic, and my limbs flexed against the board, my teeth gritting to suppress my shriek of terror. One breath, then another. I brought myself back into my mind, and felt the mania ebb from me, but not the dread. I knew what was going to happen. Then I worked on sucking on his cock’s head. She could not do anything but anal wait for him to make his next move. She hugged me tight, pressing her tits into my chest. “Ahh!” Stephanie gave a small startled yelp of surprise as her rear touched the cold tile of the shower wall--she hadn’t even realized she’d been arching her back. Mother thrust. Metallurgy sounded... so pedantic. With that, I felt her fingers starting to spread and circle the tip of my cock. I pulled off my boxers and sat them on the side of the bed. She was shaking and shivering the whole time, then she lay motionless. Without hesitation I eagerly start grinding my sloppy cunt on his boot, the cold leather feeling amazing on my enflamed pussy and the ample amount of dog cum leaking from me making it easy to slide over. Paul opened the top and took a swig then handed me the bottle so Hardcore I did the asian same and passed it to Peter. “Good.” Brenda picked up her pace and began gently fucking me. My prostate was on fire and I started to grunt guttural tones from my throat, with small tits every thrust. My body convulsed again and I screamed again. I couldn't help the sudden swelling in my loins. Sharon is a masterful lover and I too think every man should get his chance with her. japanese