‘You’re the chickens,’ she retorted, flapping her elbows before quickly freeing her breasts, the bra discarded, and jumping in stark naked. “You spiteful whore,” she spat, “I’m gonna get you for that.”
“Come on then, bitch,” gestured Lisa, getting into the battle with relish. Hot xxx My word, these two looked so damned good together. Taking to the rain darkened patio, I listened to the cricket whilst Emily enjoyed her iPod and Lisa headed upstairs for a nap. They held for what seemed an eternity, hands on shoulders, mouths opening, tongues exploring. The younger girl screamed, administering instant retaliation as her arms sliced the surface and coated Lisa. Needing something to occupy my time, I sought out a radio from granddad’s study to listen to the test match at Lord’s where apparently the sun was shining radiantly.
