I could feel her pressed up close to me, our nipples brushing each other through our nighties... I couldn't resist stroking her chest, feeling the ful...lness of it in my hand, flicking my thumb across her nipples, making them hard...she gasped and started rubbing me harder...I can feel myself getting wetter and responding to her touch...thrusting at her hand...it feels so damn good.All of a sudden she pushes me back on the floor...she asked if my master would like to fuck her too...I said you. I wrap my arm around your shoulders and pull you ever so slightly into me. My skin is dry, but I notice you haven't dried yours yet, so you leave a damp spot on my side. I get a better grip of my towel and walk to behind you. I envelop your torso in the cloth, leaning my head to rest on your shoulder. I pull on the neat ribbon at the back of your cyan bikini, making sure the towels stays on. You put your hands up and I slide the top off of you with one hand while the other keeps the towel in. She had already broken her hymen at the age of 13 and was now quite used to shoving everything she could find in her pussy, including hair brushes, cucumbers, candles and of course her own fingers. She had a natural flair for teasing boys and men alike, and even though half the neighborhood was fucking her on a regular basis, none of them knew about the other and even more surprisingly none of them told on her. As far as her parents were concerned, she was the ideal child.Manya's parents had. Back at Fulrose Court I examined the illustration on the title page again. It was a head and shoulders engraving of Shakespeare, the alert eyes glancing to one side. Above the picture were the words Mr William Shakespeares (sic) Comedies, Histories, & Tragedies, Published according to the True Original Copies. Below was written London. Printed by Isaac Iaggard, and Ed. Blount. 1623. It could not, surely, be a genuine first folio edition? Copies were worth hundreds of thousands, possibly.