He was ready to fuck her juicy twat."Oh, God, no," she screamed, really not meaning it. "I want to go home. I don't want you to fuck me. I don't want......" She rolled her hips from left to right and the hood stuffed her cunt. He gave her the whole thing in one big thrust. The bead of his meat pioneered out new spaces. Her sloppy wet beaver folded up and open and closed on his joint. Her clit was upright and rubbing on the meaty spike. "Jesus, God, FUCK NO SHIT PISS, FUCK, FUCK!" She was wailing. I am en-rout to Oban, on the west coast of Scotland, to visit an aunt over Christmas, and too all accounts, I hear there are only sheep up there, if that be true, then I need to meet a few rams, and bravely bare my bottom amongst the herd, and hope for a sturdy mounting.I hate my uniform, the badge of St Georges of Edinburgh, but today as I sit on this wooden bench my bum freezing, I enjoy the long dark blue woolen stockings I wear, cursing they only come above mid-thigh, my thin cotton. Maybe there is a kind of love that isn't healthy, he thought. The kind that eats away at your self-esteem. The kind that prevents you from seeing how your lover's love is seeping away And the kind that makes you forget how you've started discarding your self.He sat down on a fallen tree, overlooking a valley. There he saw something else he'd forgotten. He saw how green trees are in May. How blue a clean-washed sky can be - how sparkling a meandering stream.His eyes almost smarted from the. " She pulled back gently and nodded. I stood and helped her to her feet and then retrieved the water bottle she had dropped. We walked into the kitchen. I set the bottle on the counter. I handed Maria a paper towel to dry her eyes and used one myself. By then, we were both more composed.I said, "I want to do something simple with you, like cook. Maria, we seem to work together well and I enjoy that. I don't want to lose the good we have in an attempt at something different." We had found some.