She could feel the wetness spread between her thighs and she spread them slightly to gain greater contact with the cushion. The roughness brushed soot...hingly against her tiny, rising clitoris through the sheer panties.She looked guiltily out of the corner of her eye at Julia and Pete next to her to make sure they hadn't noticed; but they were so engrossed that they had paid no attention. Julia lay back against Pete, dragging heavily on another hashish cigarette, and Pete had his hands inside her. My dad kept a couple of hives on the farm, near an old orchard. I remember when he robbed them every summer, how the honey was so good. He’d give me some of the full comb to chew. There’s no taste like it. Some years, it was a light golden yellow and almost clear and other years it was darker and bolder tasting.’ ‘Like you, I’ve always been partial to honey. And it’s really not that bad for you. My dad was a chef and many of his most popular dishes contained honey. I remember one year for a. “There, that gives you some aura of anonymity. If you can keep anything you say to a whisper, it will help. I have decided to gag you to start with, but we know that isn’t going to stay in place all afternoon. Anything else before I gag you and bring her in?” “How about a pillow under my head, so I can see a bit better?”Gwen took a pillow and made sure it was properly placed. She placed the ball gag in my mouth and securely fastened it. She then teased my cock with her fingernails for a. I watched her sleeping for a while, and then went to bed myself. I woke up early, because I didn't want to miss out on anything. Luckily, I didn't have to. The moment Riley woke up, there was movement underneath the blanket. I couldn't see her face - her head was turned the other way - but something was happening. Whoever she had gone on holiday with, there must have been a great lack of privacy. The blanket moved, Riley's legs changed position every ten seconds. When she kicked away the.