His slowness was due to age as much as the fact that he was feeling tired from the long journey. Parked next to the limousine was Jeep with Sada sitti...ng in the driver’s seat. He smiled upon seeing her.She said, “Hello, Mr. Turay.”“Is it Pen, Sword, Shield, Cart, or Hearth today, Sada?” he asked with a grin. One never knew how to address her until she answered that question.“Cart.”“I should have guessed, Cart Sada. You’re sitting in a Jeep,” he said gesturing to her vehicle.“Would you like a. Jenny Alpha was pretty much the physical opposite of our other roadie. Bertha was big, muscly and very much the butch dyke. Jenny Alpha was lithe, toned and had a sweaty kind of femininity that sat well with her penchant for sports gear and trainers. And whereas Bertha always made her presence felt either in bed or in a social setting, you were often not aware that Jenny was even there until, say, she had to pack up the gear or get everything ready for a gig, or, in different circumstances,. They had hardly sat down before the telephone rang. Bill answered it. It was his mother."Darling," she said, "I tried to ring you yesterday but no answer." No, Mum, I spent the night at the hospital in case Wendy needed me." How is the poor girl?" Doing well. She's perked up a lot but she's still jolly sore and she gets tired quite quickly but the doctor's pleased with her. She had the added burden today of having to give her evidence to the police." Has her mother arrived, your fiancée?. I dreamed, if it can be called dreaming, of joyous, amorphous, infantile sensuality. This gave way to dreams of anonymous nuzzling and kissing-sex lifted above all anxiety, all tension. I stroked a soft substantial female breast, rubbed my hard cock against a soft ass, twined my legs with shapely warm other legs. As usual, what finally woke me was heat. The light inside the tent was diffuse but bright. I pushed the sleeping bag down around my waist and looked around.Tanya was gone without a.