I removed a half dozen to use as meat hangers. I quickly looped them through the vent hole to hold the meat in place. In other words I was ready for M...iles and the wood. I washed the meat well while I continued to wait. It was as ready as I could make it and still no Miles. When he did show up he was lugging the wood on a sled made from a piece of plastic whose former use I could not ascertain.I used my fire start kit to get the fire going. By the time it was going Miles began slowly adding. ”“I want your pussy now, I want to be in you.” My voice was almost begging“Stand up, pull your jeans down and get your cock out, do it now.” Tracey’s voice was an instruction.“Start jerking yourself off, get hard. Imagine yourself in my mouth, in my pussy, in my ass. Come on, harder than that. My panties are wet, I’m going to have to change them.” Tracey was firm but I could tell she was getting excited.“Put two fingers in your pussy and when they are nice and wet, I want you to lick the juice. Her eyes were dark pools and I felt myself drowning in them.I reached down and gently coaxed her hand from my cock. It sprung out of her grip and twitched in the air, desperate for any friction at all. I rose up on to my knees. My cock bobbed before me. She gazed up at me, a wicked smile playing about her lips. She was giving herself to me and she was mine to enjoy. It was a beautiful gift and I loved her for it."Get on your hands and knees," I said, softly.She didn't hesitate. In one graceful. As I looked at her garden, I became aware of the tall figure of Mrs.Grace looking down at me from the other side of the gate. I stared up at her towering above me like all adults seem to when you are little. The black hair and dark eyes were scary, but she smiled and said, “You’re Richard, aren’t you?” I think I said something like, “Yeth.” “Does your mother know you are out in the street?” she asked. As best as I can recall, I made no reply. “Come along Richard,” she said, “we’d better take.