Remember last time what? Riley wondered. What the hell was going on? Jasper brightened and fell back in with his sister. They turned and left, leaving... Riley to call after them. A few moments later she heard the television in the living room come on. It was past their bedtime. Riley continued to call after them and threaten them with everything she could think of, but it was no use.Frustrated she set back to trying to release herself from the laundry line, which seemed to just tighten up and. On a bus trip from London to Manchester, I was sitting at the rear of the coach, staring out the window and trying to read from time to time but the motion was making me a little uneasy. The seat next to me was empty and across the aisle sat an older man in his early sixties. He still had a pretty good head of white hair and a little stubble on his face. A little portly in the midsection as older men tend to get, but he was dressed nicely with a knit sweater and button up shirt underneath and. The first three hours went just as expected. The campfire, the hot dogs, the stories. It was fairly warm - low sixties - and the sky was clear. The moon was a few days past full and there was only a light breeze. Perfect weather. While we ate and told stories, I snuggled with Tom and Laura sat close to Ron. Then we decided to play the hunt games.Laura and I would hide first. The guys gave us five minutes to find hiding places and we set off down the path. However before we went too deep into. The scent was heady, a strong smell of sex. I put my tongue outand recoiled automatically when I found something gooey. "Ah ah, eat itall up like a good boy or we'll have to punish you."I took a gob of the stuff on my tongue. The texture was thick and a bitstringy, the taste salty, the smell making my head whirl. Slowly I beganto lick her clean, somehow holding my revolted stomach down.Somehow I managed to get through it far enough to bring Alexandra off. Isat back, relieved it was over to.