‘You are getting very muddy.’ ‘Yes, it’s because the rain has saturated the soil, turning it into mud.’ She said she knew that. What she mea...nt was she was embarrassed he was getting so wet and so muddy on her account. ‘But you were a damsel in distress.’ ‘What?’ ‘I had no choice but to rescue you.’ ‘Oooh.’ Rick chose to leave that conversation there. He lowered the vehicle and took the jack to the other side of the car, his supervisor following. Once he had raised the wheel he slid on his belly. As she lay there recovering I asked if the other girls needed proof that she had been with me, so I wrote a note for her to show them. It just said YUMMMM……Next!Rebecca was “Next”. She sat on the bed stroking me, explained she had done it with her boyfriend once but wanted a real man. She rolled a condom on me and climbed on, lowering her tight pussy onto me slowly as I removed her shirt to get at her ample knockers. I prefer little ones but hers were perfect large C’s. She started pumping. His jeans were the next things to come off. I'd always made fun of his chicken legs when we were kids but pueberty had changed that, too. He climbed on top of me, brushing my hair out of my face while, although accidental, also brushing a largely obvious hard on against my leg."Are you sure you want me to do this?"Instead of a response I grabbed him, kissing him on the lips shoving my tounge through to meet his. Eventually we broke apart and he proceeded to kiss me down my neck. With his. She jumped on me and we began to wrestle and ended up on her floor. Her shirt rode up and I could see she was a true redhead and commented on that. Punch, kiss. She got up and brought us fresh wine and we talked about our previous relationships. We agreed the last relationships were likely on their death throes months before they ended. She called me a dangerous animal when I related my last confrontation with Carl. I called her a dangerous animal when she told me about her confrontation with.