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thorough that she had the irreverent idea that he could eat off her. If she wasn't still sore, she would invite him to do just that.
    Each time his rough fingers grazed her clit, she jumped. By the time his cock had begun an insistent pounding, she was rising on her toes and pushing back with each rock of his hips. His fingers circled her clit rapidly and she squeaked as her release overtook her, binding her muscles and locking her thighs around Henry's cock as hard as she was able. The shot of cum and the harsh roar that emanated from him gave her a weak sense of satisfaction. As her muscles relaxed, she leaned heavily against the wall. “If this is what you do in the shower, remind me never to take a bath with you."
    He chuckled and kissed the back of her neck. “I promise to not never not remind you."
    Before she could sort that one out, he had turned off the shower and wrapped her in a fluffy towel. She was dried in a few minutes, with only minor tickling, and was off to waddle into the bedroom and find her street clothes in moments. She winced at the sight of the bed and the wrecked sheets. Housekeeping was going to have a hairy fit when they saw it.
    Henry finished towelling off and wandered back into the bedroom, his erection mercifully sated for the time being.
    "I hope you leave a tip for housekeeping.” She crossed her arms and scowled at him.
    He wandered over to her, wearing nothing but his boots and jeans, and swept her into his arms. “Of course I will. It isn't every day that I get Lucky."
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Chapter Seven
    As soon as they managed to get free of the hotel room and the slap and tickle urge that had overcome them both, they were on their way to Silverwood. Henry looked disappointed to be behind the wheel where he couldn't get at her. “It will take us a few hours to get there so we had better pick up some supplies for lunch."
    They stopped at a grocery store for sandwich fixings and beverages. They had loaded the car and she moved into the passenger seat when he stopped and blushed.
    "I need to attend to a small matter."
    He almost had the door closed when she commented, “It isn't that small.” Her snickers echoed on the concrete through the open door, then confined themselves in the plush interior of the car when he closed it. He was gone for nearly ten minutes leaving her plenty of time for close examination of her nails and split ends. She needed an emery board with a certain amount of urgency, but nothing her teeth couldn't take the edge off, so to speak.
    He materialized with a suddenness that made her jump. “Okay. We are on our way. We should be there in time for tea."
    "Could you wear a bell or something?” When the engine rumbled to life she could swear that the car was laughing at her. It was slightly disconcerting.
    "No.” He buckled up, leaned over to give her a quick kiss on the nose and put the car in gear. A moment later and they were on their way.
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    When Henry had attended the call of nature, the nature that called was his own. A plush throw became their table as they stopped for their picnic.
    Champagne flutes and sparkling apple juice appeared magically and the paper plates that she had picked up had transformed into fine china with matching cutlery. Their humble sandwich fixings were the only items that they purchased that had remained the same.
    "This is one of the nicest picnics I have ever had, Henry. Thank you.” She toasted him with one of the flutes.
    He raised his own glass in response and murmured, “You're welcome."
    Their glasses touched and she lost her grip. Sparkling apple juice tipped and spilled across her hand and down her arm in a matter of seconds. “Oh phooey.” She swung her hand away from the throw to let the juice drain off into the grass. “My arm is gonna be sticky unless I get this off me."
    "I am sorry. There is a pond about fifty metres through the brush there. Watch out for poison ivy.” He began to clean up the