Ripe For Picking Part 3
By Kevin Moore It had just stopped raining when Jerome's Super Snipe came to a sudden halt outside the cottage. I had been looking forward to my second visit to the cottage for several days, but now that I was on the brink, so to speak, I was getting rather nervous about being the centre of attention again. 'Here we are again,' said Jerome, as he placed his hand on my crotch and squeezed Tiny Tim, through the fabric of my shorts and Y-fronts, real hard. 'Is it going to be like...