There had been many anxious moments as the extraordinary contraption had made its uncertain way back and forth, with the swimming Frieda and Francesca... guiding it on its lumbering and uncertain way.The cases, once landed, were opened in the same way as the first. Francesca told Angela that this had originally been Joanne's idea. Anything to do the absent leader's reputation a bit of good! You never knew, she reasoned. Even that bitch must have a heart somewhere under all that steel!One incident. .. good...“Melissa was in the same position as that when Gordon had first inspected her. That is to say, kneeling with hindquarters raised, thighs splayed... and Gordon was taking her from the rear, Roman fashion, as it is sometimes called.Others like to call it dog fashion.Gordon gripped her flanks and was looking down at his rigid member gliding in and out. He couldn’t have been enjoying himself more. This luscious young woman was liquid hot and she was giving him all she could. Gordon could. She was woken up again with some giggling and laughter and Dionne tryig to shush Raymond who was already horny and ready for some more action of the athletic bump and grind, 'My god doesn't that bloke ever stop?' Miranda thought to herself then as she looked up at her alarm clock again "OH SHIT!" it was 8.55. Miranda jumped out of bed quickly and made for the , shared, bathroom. Dionne must have heard her in the middle of her sexual encounter with Raymond "You o.K babe? , you better get a move. I sped up my pedaling, turning the corner and riding up the driveway with a minute to spare. The door to my right opened before I had a chance to pop the kickstand. A tall willowy blonde woman stood there wrapped in a long flowered robe. She had left enough of it closed to hold her large breasts in, but not much more."Hey Sugar, why don't you just leave all that there and come inside?" she drawled in a thick southern accent. She was about two inches shorter than me and stacked. She was a cross.