The Rural Life: Part 2

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Part 2…

 

After an afternoon of looking over the farm and the livestock, such as they were, we spent the rest of the evening catching up on old times, school days mostly and comparing notes of where we were on our life’s journey as well as where our friends had ended up. When we had exhausted the ideal chat and gossip, we finally got down to what was our guilty secrets. My most recent, and Viv’s as it turned out was long-standing.

“Your billy goat is sweet.” Viv offered her opinion.

“We chose him because of his size actually. He just struck me as an animal who could pass on his attributes to the offspring.”

“He’ll do that, alright, if I’m any judge. Just look at his confirmation and those testicles are as big as a bull. My god, June, he’ll be able to deliver all the little tadpoles to make as many kids as you like. Speaking of which, what do you want to do with the goats?”

“Milk, of course, and cheese. I have a recipe for the most delicious goat milk cheese. Maybe some goat meat from the male kids. I couldn’t kill them, of course, but I have made enquiries of the butcher in town and he will arrange these things when the time comes. He gave me an emasculate and some bands to castrate the boy kids, so they would put on more meat. First time I did it, I felt so bad I was almost sick with remorse. I mean, turning a boy into an ‘it’, didn’t seem right.”

“I could think of some men I could use that on with no remorse at all,” Viv kept a straight face when she said it and I knew that there was someone in particular she had in mind. Then immediately she changed the topic. “That drawing you were making yesterday. You had an idea of experimenting with the billy?”

“Just thinking really. Got a bit carried away when I watched him mating the little doe, couldn’t do it of course, but thought I might get brave one day.” Viv laughed and tapped her finger on the side of the lounge chair.

“Not as hard as you might think.”

“It isn’t no! You will need some sort of support, of course. What you were drawing was about right, nothing elaborate, keep it simple it’s just to support you at the right height.”

“You seem to know about these things,” I said still a little amazed that my best friend had kept her inclinations to herself all this time.

“I do, if I help you, would you be interested?”

“Well… yes, I think so. Depends, It may be dangerous there thingy seems very thin and hard.”

“Wouldn’t be much use if it wasn’t hard now would it?” We both giggled.

“Have you done it before? I mean with a goat.” I asked the question because at that point we hadn’t talked much about what Viv had done except to say she had lots of experience with animals and I had guessed dogs.

“Yes, goats and dogs both. Tried it with a ram, but all he did was knock me off the stool. Shame really, but there you go. They’re dam quick I know that and I don’t expect it would have been that special anyway. A box to tick at best.”

“You’re ticking boxes?”

“Sure, why not. It’s a recent thing actually, my experimenting with other than dogs that is. But when the opportunity arises, I want to see how many animals I’m able to do it with.”

“You’re disgusting, Viv,”

But I giggled not meaning it really. It was a sort of interesting thing to contemplate actually and now I had taken the first step with the Kangaroos and considered the goat there were a number of other likely prospects I could follow myself. Slutty I know even thinking like this, but maybe we, that is Viv and myself, could be of help to one another.

It was almost midnight when we got to bed and even then I didn’t sleep at first. It wasn’t just the uncounted cups of coffee that kept me awake, my mind was spinning with all these new ideas and in the morning Viv was coming with me to feed the Kangaroos and see if they would be interested in me again. I hoped that they would but I wasn’t sure. The first time had been, for the Kangaroos opportunistic, for me, well unexpected and certainly not contemplated. Tomorrow I was for the first time going out to seek sex with a Kangaroo and as I repeated that to myself half way between wake and sleep it sounded so bizarre.

It had been a good idea of Viv’s to wear the same clothes I had worn yesterday. It meant I had to retrieve them from the clothes hamper but when I did, I could smell the faint game scent of Kangaroo on them. Smelling a little less human and a little more kangaroo couldn’t hurt.

The only problem was that this morning we had walked from the house into a fine drizzling rain. It wasn’t heavy just that misty stuff that has you in two minds about if you should actually put the umbrella up or not. Not that I had an umbrella, but Viv did. I put on my light raincoat and Wellington boots. Normally, I would’ve worn the heavy dark tan R. M. Williams’s coat that every well-dressed country girl should wear. This morning was an exception, of course, and being overdressed was not what was called for rain or no rain.

After feeding the goats and pigs, we headed down the slope to the creek. The usual mob was there certainly the big male was there and the females and young kangaroos seemed to be in a tighter than usual bunch with all the kangaroos on alert. It was a typical pose that the Kangaroos adopt when they feel that they may be in danger. They stood erect head turned toward the slope on the other side of the creek and their ears were standing slightly forward and twitching slightly and none of them moved. They were like soldiers being inspected.

“Why are they like that, what’s going on?” Viv asked a little nervous edge to her voice. I frowned and looked in the direction that their heads were pointing.

“Don’t know, can’t see anything, can you? Look where they are facing.” I encouraged.

“No, nothing that I can see anyway.” Viv had slowly scanned the bushes before answering. I had done the same thing at the same time. I had squinted my eyes to better focus in the misty rain slowly moving my focus from one place to another, to see what may be in the bushes, but I couldn’t see a thing, nothing at all seemed to be moving. However, with so much of the mob concentrating on the one place I knew there must be something there. Then, without warning the mob wheeled around as if under order and bound into action. They headed back up the slope past Viv and myself and they were in full flight. For a moment I had drawn my full attention back to the startled mob some of whom went awful close to knocking me down.

I watched the fleeing mob as they went over the fence of the goat yard, then wheeled to the right to head off toward the state forest, some hundreds of yards in that direction.

“What in the hell just happened? Viv swore, I shrugged as I watched the fleeing mob clear the fence into the forest, then turned my attention back toward the forest of She Oaks on the other side of the creek. As I watched I saw a faint movement in the gloom then another and another. “What’s that?” Viv enquired before again, swearing. “Dam it, I keep asking questions, but I have seen lots of kangaroos in my time, but that’s the spookiest bunch I have ever seen.”

“Honestly, I have never seen them act like that before it’s weird. There’s something up on that ridge, though, can you see it? More than one thing a few maybe ten or twenty.” I kept staring into the gloom and the vague moving grey shadows emerged into a kangaroo, then two, then three and suddenly the bush seemed alive with kangaroos. They were all much the same size and appeared to be a huge bachelor group.

“Oh shoot some ones been talking about you,” Viv half joked.

“Don’t be a complete pratt,” I grumbled at her, but I sure looked like there was some communication between the kangaroos that had been here yesterday and others that had roamed the fringe of the mob seeking to cut out a doe here and there while the old man kangaroo was otherwise occupied.

“My guess is you’re going to be a busy girl this morning, sweetie,” Viv saw the funny side of something I didn’t.

“It’s not funny Viv, one or two were ok, but not that many, no way. I still felt a little ache inside me after yesterday, a twinge every now and again, nothing serious, but enough to let me know that more than two would be risky.”

“Yeah, sorry, see what you mean. What should we do? Run?” I felt she was right, but even now it was too late. The kangaroos had moved silently in that half hop half glide of theirs that covers ground quickly. Some of the rebel group of bachelor males was already cutting us off from the path to the farmhouse.

“It’s too late, I don’t know what they will do if we run, but I don’t fancy being gutted by that big toe of theirs and I have heard how cornered Kangaroos have done that to dogs. Jesus, Viv, I’m scared as hell now. Kangaroos have never scared me before, but there is something about this mob that makes me afraid. I don’t think I could run if I wanted to,” At that moment I felt a warmth running down my leg as my fear made me pee myself. I shut my eyes to block out the embarrassment. “I’m sorry, Viv, I didn’t mean to.”

“Hey, I know you didn’t sweetheart, don’t worry about it.” I was hot with embarrassment.

“I’ve peed in my boots, God, I’m so embarrassed.”

“It could be worse June, you could be here on your own, and you would be too if I hadn’t turned up. Fate, hey?

“Yeah, fate. I have to take my boots off It feels so yuck.” I reached down, but almost felt unable to keep my balance on the wet slippery ground. Then, with Viv’s help I took first one, then the other boot off, turning each over to tip out the warm smelly contents as I did so. Immediately I had done so I realised I shouldn’t have. The strong urine smell brought the Kangaroos in closer. They sniffed the ground around where I had tipped the pee. Then emboldened from my scent one of the kangaroos moved in closer, crowding me. I looked at Viv and with a hopeless shrug I popped the fasteners on the light raincoat and cast it down on the grass beside the boots. The Kangaroo closest to me, sniffed at my smelly socks, then as I knit as I had yesterday he followed the scent of my urine up my leg.

Even though I had let myself be mated by the kangaroos yesterday my tummy muscles tightened and I felt an ache of anticipation in my groin. I looked around at the mob that surrounded us. There was at least twenty of them. My heart sank and I began to tremble with anticipation and fear. These animals, after all, are wild animals with all the predatory instincts of wild animals. Not normally aggressive I knew if they were riled they could get nasty for no clear reason. People don’t think of kangaroos as aggressive, but I knew from anecdotal accounts that male kangaroos, in breeding season, can and do become aggressive and possessive especially toward the females in their mob. In this case I and perhaps Viv was seen as the females of the mob that consisted of many males and no particular leader. The instinct of the most dominant male would be to take over. At the moment there was no sign of this kind of power play but it could happen.

The grey kangaroo had taken hold of me from behind as he positioned himself over me, I trembled, half in fear of the unknown outcome and participation of the coupling. As the kangaroos seemingly useless front paws sought to grip me tighter in a breeding hold I was able to lift my house coat and night-dress over my hips. I wasn’t about to resist nor was I especially keen for my cloths to be ripped by the kangaroos mobile paws.

The powerful thighs of the kangaroo were now firmly placed either side of my naked hips and his furry body all but covered me as he pressed me forward. His penis was rubbing against my bottom and his groin rolled from side to side as he tried to position himself to best advantage. The long tapered penis tickled my naked flesh as it drew across my firm white bottom like a lover’s finger. I shut my eyes to better concentrate on the intense feeling it was evoking for me.

Maybe a minute of gentle searching probes brought our genitals into line. My vagina had responded to the gentle, almost tickling, tip as it caressed my flesh. As the penis pressed at my female portal I felt my own wetness, an invitation to the male that I was ready to be taken.

The kangaroo trembled with his own expectations as his groin pressed his penis forward in an undulating movement. His powerful, unrelenting pressure assisted by the muscular tails drove his tapered shaft up into my body. I bit my lip as the carrot shaped penis entered me in one continuous hydrologic forward press. The feeling became more intense as the shaft inside me became thicker and thicker the deeper it went. The funny worm like sensation against my cervix was so intense that I wanted to scream. At that moment I felt the penis tip press against the neck of my cervical opening, at least I thought that was where it was, pause, then part it, I let out a gurgling scream this time as the fleshy penis tip entered my tight cervical opening painfully but without hesitation. The rolling press of the rutting kangaroo stopped. Then he went into a short and irregular thrust that made me whimper each time as I continued to bite down on my bottom lip to mask the discomfort I was feeling.

Somewhere inside me, I felt a warm spreading sensation and I clamped my groin down on the invading shaft, involuntary. I was surprised at the penises thickness. I had perceived the tapered appendage to be long and thin. But at that moment I realised that the neck of my vagina was completely plugged. By clamping my groin again, I felt the pulsing discharge as it was forced from his testicles into my vaginal passage and beyond.

For a while He remained holding me in a tight embrace while another of the mob was fondling my face. The claws close up was intimidating and I don’t move for fear of being scratched or even cut by those weapons like nails.

With the other kangaroos closing in My first mate withdrew and I felt a slight dribble of wetness flow from my distended vagina.

With one kangaroo fondling my head awkwardly and another stroking my hip while still other kangaroos gathered even closer around me, most with their willies extended to varying degrees, I felt almost claustrophobic. The exploring claw had already tangled my hair and left a tingling scratch on my forehead. My belly felt as if there was a stinging fire inside me. The penis they had invaded my tender cervical opening had at best chafed that tender part of me or worse had left a lesion inside, although a quick exploration with my fingers showed no sign of beading, just a sticky discharge. A normal side effect of sex of most kinds.

Clutching arms that never seemed quite sure where to hold me were again around my chest and neck the rubbing fur on my back along with the appearance of an impressively long foot beside my knees indicated that another of the mob was about to service me. I couldn’t see Viv in the mass of grey bodies surrounding me, but I knew she was there. I wanted to call out to her to seek support, but I found that my vocal cords were unable to muster enough force to make more than a choke.

The now familiar sliding penis was searching for my hole and I found that I was moving my behind to accommodate the gentle probing that seemed to characterise all mating kangaroos. It was nice the way it alternated between tickling, tease and soothing sliding motion against the firm smooth skin of my bottom.

Not that I am any expert in animal sex, hell no, but I have seen dogs mate in various places and they, the male that is, seems to be quite frantic in his endeavours to impale the female. His frantic efforts become even more robust once he has attained his goal then he thrusts with vigorous intent.

Kangaroos seem quite different. Every movement as he approached me was slow but deliberate. The animal’s tail helped him ease effortlessly into place behind me with a gliding ease and economical action that didn’t intimidate or frighten. I could see that with a maiden doe that it could make her less apprehensive toward the act of copulation with the big male. I certainly would have been intimidated and afraid if a male kangaroo had become over excited in his efforts to impale me with his hardness. However, this and other kangaroos had conducted their foreplay and approach movements with an easy grace until they were in full body contact.

The kangaroos seeking to plant his seed inside me was always mobile. His hips alternated from gentle probing movements as he nudge at me then he converted to a rolling action, not violent nor rough, but gently sliding his penis around my bottom as he sought to move the searching appendage. Time stood still until finally the brushing tip slid across my wrinkled puffiness, then with tactile recognition it moved back instantly as he recognised the softer giving moistness he sought. The soft folds of my vagina were still engorged from the earlier stimulation and their openness was an invitation that was clear and obvious. I was a female ready to be mated. The penal tip, having unerringly recognised the portal to my breeding passage, nestled into the moist and inviting flesh that gave way without resistance to the demanding wedge-shaped flesh of his probing appendage. Then with a slow, but deliberate, a force he pushes himself up inside me all the while the tip seems to roll and search for the smaller eye shaped opening of my hard intruding cervical mound.

I don’t know why, but this time I didn’t close my eyes and the feelings were just as intense as it had been before. The penis tip was being buried further and further inside me. God knew how deep until the thick tapered penal root had stretched my vaginal opening uncomfortably. I again clamped my external muscles down on the blocking flesh and again I felt the squirting surges of Kangaroo semen pass along his shaft in powerful bursts of jerking intensity along his hard and fleshy tube until it spewed out of the tip in a gushing flood deep inside me. Once again the warm surge spread soothingly some place inside my tummy forcing an involuntary shudder to pass through my entire body as my groin clutched at the injecting instrument that was plugging my very secret place as I was being bred.

Around me the waiting mob seemed more impatient than before. They were crowding even closer and the obscene branches of their expectant penises were poking out in a flattering display of sexual excitement. Just behind the expectant mob of would be mates I saw Viv and for the briefest of moments I saw that she had removed her jeans and was buff up to the waist.

The next kangaroo had little difficulty in making me. I felt a nudge next to my labia before the animal penis sank deep and sudden. I drew a sharp breath, but that was all. Having sex with a kangaroo, and by extension with any animal, was not at all the same as having sex with a human male partner. Some may argue, but in my limited experience it was entirely different. It was primal sex to be sure, no affection, no foreplay as I knew it, just recreational sex that in this case was not even that.

There would be no procreation involved in what was happening to me at this moment. It was doubtful if the kangaroos saw it that way at all though. Every time a male animal mated, they would, by instinct, understand that the offspring would be involved with the event. In fact, it seemed almost automatic for both of us. Where the intensity of the first and second mating had invoked intense feelings throughout my entire body this was just sex plain and simple. It was sex with me the sceptical and the kangaroo as the donor.

I had seen females of lots of species being served, horses, cows, doe goats and bitches. I wondered at their seemingly nonchalant attitudes was cold and remote. It certainly appeared that way. The females stood stoic, looking around at the passing parade as the male inside them humped vicariously. Many times I had thought that it was so sluttish, so detached and uncaring until I realised that for the bitch or a cow, mare or doe it was all a very matter of fact event. It was something that they needed to do to become pregnant and it had nothing to do with love or feelings as we humans, as I indeed felt toward my partner.

“June, June can you hear that?” I looked up at Viv now with her jeans back on as she stood next to me.

“Hear what?”

“That…” She paused and pointed “I think there is a car coming up the drive.”

I realised then that my mind had wandered. The kangaroo was humping into me and I grunted as his powerful lower body slammed against me as he made an effort to plant his baby seed deep into my belly. The base of his penis was sliding effortlessly inside me with each movement of his hugely powerful hips. The tightness inside my cervix was bordering somewhere between pain and pleasure. I shuddered and wriggled making an effort to lessen the growing discomfort, but I was too tightly bound to the beast for me to be able to detach myself. The kangaroo seemed hell-bent on going further up inside me with each thrust, further than the other kangaroos had before him. His sheath and testicles rubbed and slapped at my pubic mound and for the first time I felt totally possessed.

“June for god’s sake concentrate” Viv shook me “I… said… I… think there is a car coming.” She was right my mind was wandering as the kangaroo continued to hump me. I shook my head to try to bring my senses back to reality. I hadn’t realised that as I had thought that animal sex was nothing special, not a bit emotional the third kangaroo was reaching places in my body and mind that had until now been untouched.

“A car?”

“Yes dam it a car, can you hear it now..” I could

“Who is it?” I said in what I realised was a dreamy voice.

“How in the hell would I know, but if you don’t get out from under that kangaroo you are going to be seen.”

“I can’t Viv. I can’t.”

“You have to for god sake June you must,” Then, without warning the kangaroo began to cum inside me. The warm spreading hand of ejaculate deep inside me was the catalyst that sent me beyond my current precarious reality. A chill came over me and time stood still. Tingling nerves in my groin danced a fiery dance of uncontrolled pleasure that started teasingly and incrementally intensified and spread. My eyes rolled back and I felt my entire body trembled. I began to shudder with spasms, jerky spasms of unrelenting charges that danced along my spine and focused themselves in my groin with involuntary clutching of my vaginal muscles. The downward pressure gripped the penis inside me with such pressure I felt the kangaroo become unsettled, but he hadn’t finished with me as he remained holding me tightly.

“Shit girl you just came, god that was awesome.” Viv just watched me with a distant look in her eye. Then, with a shake of her head she spoke. “I’ll go see who it is, please hurry.”

The crunching crackle of rubber on gravel told me that the car was making the long sweep around our driveway to stop under the covered portico. I turned my head to watch Viv scamper up the slope and head for the house, turning once to mouth “Hurry’ before she topped the rise. From my low position I was no longer able to see her. The thud of a closing door informed me that the occupant of the car had alighted.

The kangaroo still inside me and still holding me in a vice like grip with his powerful forepaws also turned his head at the noise. Around us the other kangaroos were aware of the noise, but they hardly moved just looked with that serious alertness of wild animals who were prepared to flee if danger threatened.

My mind was racing as I willed the kangaroo gone so that I could stand. My hair was lank and plastered to my head. Till then I hadn’t been aware that I must have looked so ghastly, not that my current lovers minded how I looked. Looks were not a prerequisite to this sort of coupling. Indeed, I expected I must have been somewhere between ugly and strangely curious at best to the kangaroos who were, by mating me, indulging in their own form of bestiality. Looks and love didn’t count at all.

My night cloths were drenched and clinging to my body in a soggy uncomfortable mess. Several kangaroos that had obviously been waiting their turn high up the pecking order so to speak, were closing in and showing their anxiety in a way that males of all species do. On its own a kangaroo’s penis was nothing more than a cute curiosity to humans. When I say cute, I mean it in the sense that it was so different to that of a man’s. Yes, it was cute in the way it stimulated imagination. It was also cute in the way that they displayed their intention and want. It was a refreshing honesty when compared to the human male who were way more devious when it came to their sexual intentions. Well, most anyway.

As I mused the kangaroo disengaged and a trickle down the inside of my leg indicated that by now I was full of kangaroo semen. To the point where successive withdrawals produced more discharge than the previous. My next intended mate was sidling behind me by the time I realised that I was free to stand. Hurriedly, I did, the two closest males were hardly discouraged as they harried me by getting as close to me as they could and their awkward front appendages clawed at me. It was like an enthusiastic, though inexperienced, date in a lonely parking spot, hands everywhere.

I grabbed my raincoat from the ground as I backed away my boots were less than useless, partly filled with water and probably pee. I struggled into the raincoat, it was inside out, but what did I care for tidy when I had to get to the house unmolested by any one of my stimulated suitors.

Carrying my boots, clothes and hair saturated, raincoat inside out, I scurried toward the house barefoot. The twinge in my lower belly, from the unnatural penetration of my cervix, was uncomfortably painful.

Several kangaroos made to follow, but clearly they were beyond their comfort zone and they stopped at the top of the rise and in sight of the house, unsure of themselves. They were probably angry, that is if kangaroos got angry, or at least grossly disappointed at missing out on their piece of nookie.

Breathless, I stumbled up the steps my right legs circulation was not yet fully functioning so it felt as if and indeed I was lifting it unnaturally higher than the other leg. I was just in time to come face to face with Barry, who was walking a pace in front of Viv. He just stood looking at my bedraggled state with undisguised surprise. Behind him Viv was mouthing “You have been feeding the Kangaroos”

“Been feeding the animals, love,” I managed to wheeze out an explanation that was supposed to cover why I looked like I did. He reached out with index finger-pointing up and down slowly.

“In your nighty?”

“I had a rain coat on,” I offered lamely.

“Yes, well it has some serious holes in it, I can see right through your nighty. For heaven’s sake what were you, both of you thinking, anyway, I don’t have time to hang around discussing what you should already know. Go and have a warm bath I have to pack in a hurry, change of plans I am heading to PNG and the Solomon’s, urgent business needs attention now. I’ll be gone for at least four weeks.” He turned and walked to the door, leaving me standing, and dripping all over the veranda.

“Oh! No kiss then?” By then he was inside, leaving me weak lament to fall on deaf ears. Viv put her arm around my shoulders.

“Four weeks! Four whole weeks! Just you and me and the menagerie Viv said and kissed my cheek. “You were great, girl, just great

Ten minutes later Barry hurried from the house kissed my cheek and went to the car and was gone.

“Bastard,” I grumbled and burst into tears. This was where we had arrived at in our marriage.
Viv hugged me tighter and put her head against mine. “You still have the Kangaroos sweetie, not to mention the goats and pigs.” She turned me toward her and looked me directly in the eye as she held my shoulders. “Look, can I make a suggestion?” I wiped a tear from my eye as I welled up with frustration.

“What, for example?” I gulped back my rising frustration that Barry had caused by his off handedness in the way he had left.

“Well, I was going to suggest I stay here for a week or so with you then you come with me to my place. We can help each other, perhaps? You know… With the Kangaroos, goats and pigs. That should be rather exciting don’t you think? Then We go out west to my place and we can take things a bit further. Well a lot further actually. For a start the Kangaroos out west are mainly big Reds, now they could be a challenge couldn’t They? If it works that is. I had never considered Kangaroos before, but hell the big Reds are enormous and could take things to a whole new level for me, us actually. But if it doesn’t work with the big Red Kangaroos then there are always the dogs and other things.”

I nodded my consent to her suggestion then looked around. If anything the rain had got heavier, but the kangaroos were still in the creek flat. In fact the two that had followed me to the berm of the creek had been joined by several others. I inclined my head toward the waiting kangaroos as I sniffed and wiped the back of my hand across my face. “They’re still there.”

“It seems a shame to frustrate them longer now doesn’t it. Maybe you should go down and see what you can do help them out,” Viv winked.

“What about you, your coming aren’t you?” For a moment I thought she wasn’t coming with me, but she allayed that fear by again slipping out of her jeans and placing them on the veranda seat. She looked down at herself and smiled.

“Oh yes, I am coming, but it seems to me you are the one who is attracting them, but you never know a girls luck if she puts it out there.” She smiled even broader. “I know one thing for sure, this is not me at my attractive best. It’s not a good look, is it? Still, I don’t think the kangaroos want me, or you more particularly, as a trophy wife they are set on a much more basic outcome for their lust aren’t they?” I giggled with her flippant approach to what we were going to do.

“Maybe it’s my scent.”

“Your perfume?” She lifted her eyebrows.

“No… My scent, my odour, and the way I smell.”

“Oh, that are you ovulating or something, menstruating maybe or at least about to?”

“No, not menstruating but maybe ovulating the dates are about right.”

“Makes sense if you are animals are good at detecting such things, don’t know about kangaroos but dogs are I think. At least my boys know when my body messages change. Are you ready to give it a go?”

“Yes, let’s go,” I said as I cast off my raincoat and dropped the boots I was still holding. Then after a brief pause I took off my housecoat as well, but left my nighty on. As we walked I felt between my legs and rubbed my palm on Viv’s bare bum.
“Hey, what are you doing?” She skipped a little sideways, but laughed cheerily as she did. “Fresh aren’t we?”

“No, not fresh,” I returned “Just helpful, I hope.”

 

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