"Jin slid the bolt out, allowing Roselle to rise to her feet. Hope!Left on her knees, sold to the slaver, there would be no chance toescape. But even ...life with a knight was better than most. She stumbledover and pressed her body against the Knight, tiptoeing to whisper inhis ear. "Take me, please..." You wish to come?" he asked. He nodded, taking her leash. "Walkbehind me. You've seen slave girls before. You know what is expectedof them." She led her outside. It must be unusual for her to. Jack stuck his tongue so far down his bride's throat she figured he got slobbers on her goodies. She was sure as hell wet enough down there.Opal Watkins, Miranda's mama hurried up to the kissing couple and told them, "I want to kiss the groom. After all I am the bride's mother." She got between the two and told Miranda, "You go let them other fellas kiss the bride. Spread yourself around some. This is your last chance."The eager mother in law launched herself upwards, climbed the last few. My eyes slowly wandered down, and I could see that she must be training a lot, because her body was very slim with an outspoken muscle tone. Well, nothing like those bodybuilders you sometimes see, but just enough to make her look very fit. However, I was more interested in a part of her anatomy that was much lower, and I could see that she was a real redhead. She had a landing strip on her mound, and it directed my eyes to something just underneath it. Her outer labia had been shaven, and I. The water grew cloudy, swirling around us as the sediment broke up and floated across the pool, pulled toward the sea by the funneling suction of the little brook. The feeling was sublime, and it was impossible not to laugh at each other as Roe Creek ran through our hair, down our faces and bodies.And why not ... Why the hell not enjoy something so simple?We were still lying in the mud, conversing about Frej and Chris when we heard it: twin voices singing a chorus to a new song, interspersed.