What makes you think you can domesticate a field mouse?” “Well, I don’t know if domesticate is exactly the right word. I figure I can keep him o...ut of trouble, though, and he can die of old age. I remember reading somewhere that mice only live for a couple of years, at most.” “That’s in the wild, where predators and disease take their natural toll. In captivity, they have been known to live up to ten years. Are you prepared to take on that kind of commitment?” “What are my choices? I trapped. He pulled her to get a deep and passionate kiss while Amber began rocking up and down on him. The pleasure consumed them both so quickly, she rode him harder and faster in the perfect rhythm. They were sweating and grunting like animals mating, and didn't care that they were only few yards from the road side. His groaning was a signal ot Amber that he was cumming. She was driven over the edge of herself when the first spurt of clotted cream hit her cunt, the thick potent seed that he had saved. "come on Pete we had he better we had better go up to the house and spread the good news"she pulls my shorts up sticks here hand in and leads me by the cock up to the house like im a horse ready for studwe are intercepted by Carol on the walk to the house Claire whats going on i seen you sucking his cock you haven't ruined him for tonight have you" now now sister dear no i didn't i was just teasing him" oh that's good" but i do have some news that you gonna like" whats that" guess" dont tease". Eleven thirty, then. Marianne.’ – – – – – – – – – – At eleven thirty precisely Caroline knocked on her sister’s door. She heard Marianne’s voice, ‘Cari? Come in.’ Caroline walked into the bedroom and closed the door. Her sister was sting on her bed, legs folded under her. ‘I thought you were going to get an hour or two of kip?’ ‘I was, but I just couldn’t get to sleep. Sit down, please, Cari.’ Caroline stood stubbornly in front of her sister, arms crossed in front of her chest. ‘Please, Cari?’.