She had contracted with a landscaping company to keep that cut down as a first assault on the garden. The more extensive, once-formal gardens at the o...ther side of the castle would have to wait until later—probably much later. The first thing she saw when she entered her own property was the old silver Airstream trailer off to the side near the edge of the woods. She frowned, not liking the look of it, and how she had just fallen into letting it be there. It was in excellent condition,. Turning to the side I heaved myself out of bed.Sitting at the side of the bed I looked down at myself. Thick cotton pyjamas, not unusual, it was winter. But I’ve never worn pyjamas with pink rabbits on them before, or with a pair of distinct mounds pushing out the fabric on my chest.“OK,” I told myself “Think calmly ... how the hell can I think calmly about this! Jesus Christ I’ve got breasts!”My mind flicked back to last night on the moor, the shooting star, my wish. It couldn’t be, could it?. She immediately intuited what I was thinking and slowed her own pace to match my own. We lingered over each sensation, wringing every drop of carnal satisfaction from each other’s aching need. I was just as entranced by the fall of her dark hair across one bare shoulder as I was absorbed by the intense warm depths of her drenched pussy.She covered my hands with hers and pushed them against the window, the cool condensation deliciously opposed to the steamy heat of our coupling. I pulled one. They talked for a for another hour, when CuteChicagoBunny had to go.OneCreativeSoul: Before you go, my names Brian, what's yours?CuteChicagoBunny: Chelsea. It was great talking with you Brian, hope to talk to you again soon.She signed off and Brian just let out a long sigh. See Brian isn't your typical guy. He is short for his age, and a little chunky around the mid section, but other then that, he is a very handsome guy. He had a few dates in high school, but because of misfortune, he.