As expected of occupied territory, I no longer have free rein over it. I scratch at an itch on my cheek and FPU doth decree, "_Don't do that, you'll m...ess up your makeup._" I tell her about the itch and she doth retort, "_live with it._" I brush the artfully sculpted hair away from my eyes and FPU declaimeth, "_Don't mess it up_". Mess *what* up? Hair is hair, invulnerable to casual hand motions unless accompanied by cutting tools, chemicals or open flame.FPU did decree that I must examine the. "I think one day I'll bring my grandson along here. He can feed the horse while I ride. Make a man of that little puppy." He told me, reaching for my breasts and squeezing them rather like a car horn. "Not long before we get to the paddock now."His movements quickened, the slaps increased. Suddenly; "On your back girl, quick now!"I rolled over and waited. He crawled over to my side and leaning over my breasts released the load he was carrying. It sprayed out and splashed over my titties. Little. Both of us educated by society and family with the emotional strictures of monogamy, thinking too far ahead wasn’t somewhere either of us wanted to go.That all sounds far too serious and philosophical to be a fair summary of the ten days Gemma and I spent together. Each day falling just a little more and a little deeper for each other. Wallowing in the ever deeper enjoyment of each other’s bodies and time spent together. Of course, oftentimes when I’d see Jill together in some physical or. Cher're winked at me and said I looked greatreferring to my new boobs.Next Cher're went on and on about her pink Mustang! Let's see, whiteinterior, sunroof, mag wheels, 5.0 liter V8, 5 speed transmission, CDplayer with surround speakers, and on and on. Cher're is older than therest by four or five years and is about to complete her engineeringdegree. Now you know why her father bought her the car.Lunch passed without a hitch. I tried to remember all of the eatinglessons that had recently been.