"Now, girl," Sarah instructed firmly, "give!"Natalie swallowed hard and began to relate her history with Charles, right up to the previous Saturday ni...ght."You say he started calling you Browneyes?" Yes, after a character..." Michael Coney's book, yes, and you had him on a horse all day last Saturday, when he hadn't been on one for thirty years? And he said you were attractive? And he liked you? And then, today, you ran away before you saw him"She nodded miserably."My God, girl, you are an. Your moans are taking my breath away and I suck and lick you until I have every last drop of you. All we can do is grin at each other, as we lay motionless and sated for now. I smoke a cigarette and we talk about the things around us.The wild rabbits we can see playing on the far side of the field. The noises that we can hear besides our beating hearts, it’s all rather sweet and actually doesn’t fit too well with the whole “Slutty” thing I had previously planned for us. :o) My knees have the. But you told me you were a Raven, a black bird...”“But not the ‘black bird’ in The Maltese Falcon.”“Aha! A cinema fan!”“That’s what we did in the student residence: watch black and white movies on the telly.”“Do you read, too?”“Yes. But not what people think I should read. I love Jane Austen and Muriel Spark. But I never got into Patrick White. I like some of the Americans, though. Salinger and Roth. And Trollope, too. Especially the Parliamentary novels! And the Irish playwrights -- Synge and. ..it's a blessing and a curse really.... I've been turned down lots of times once they see it" He pauses for a moment watching me intently as I carefully reach out to touch it, then adds"I'll understand if you don't want to.....you know" It's semi hard and growing rapidly at my tentative touch. Feeling its weight, my god it's heavy. Using both hands now. Gently wanking him. Reaching down, all the way down the shaft to his balls"Oh my god" A repeat of my earlier words, these too whispered. His.