Then I remembered what people do in life or death situations - it was far from it but I didn't have the money to throw away in the first place - but I... had no one to be spoon with, not even my dog who'd decided to stay in the living room. Instead I let my mind wander, let it think of stuff I'd not let myself think of in a while. My body started to become to life again, running through my veins and cock was warm blood. After getting a grip of it I let myself relax and just think about the good. After Michelle had come down from her orgasm, I slid my cock out off her, laying beside her as she rolled over, again presenting her arse to me. She moved back towards me, her entire body fitting nicely against me, my cock again rubbing against her arse. It felt so good rubbing my cock against her arse, her juices still on my cock and her arse. Mmmmm your cock feels good against my arse. Michelle murmured It feels good rubbing it against your arse, you have a great arse. Mmmm, you like my arse. I accept,” said Wendy, “but one good meal a day here? How do I do that?”“Well you will be here most days I expect and when it gets round to lunch time you simply make a decent meal from whatever is in the larder. I usually have a reasonable amount in. Certainly there is always meat of some kind, eggs, vegetables and basic ingredients like flour, sugar, butter, lard and so forth. Often there is a meal ready cooked as I hate cooking for one, so I do at least two portions and then use the rest the. "Victoria had been kneeling beside him throughout. Spontaneously she gave him one of her smiles and kissed him full on the lips.Toby rebounded thunderstruck."Thank you, Toby dear," said Victoria. "You've no idea what this horse means to me."Toby smiled. "I think I do. I don't ride him and I don't know him like you do but he's always struck me as pretty special."Victoria told him the story and Toby nodded."Very, very special," he said.At lunchtime David suddenly said, as part of the.