Just before she left, Pirata took a couple of ice cubes and rubbed them on her teats in order to jump start them. It had worked magnificently, but she now realized it had been unnecessary and a complete waste of ice.
She got to the clearing, spotted the oak tree, the bench... Exactly like the text message described:
-You gonna jog tomorrow afternoon?
Yeah baby, why?-
-I'm in town... Wanna meet?
I wanna meet your meat if you know what I mean...-
-Wanna do something kinky?
I do only kinky stuff...-
-That's my girl.
-In the park where you jog, in the clearing, the oak tree, the bench, be there at 11 o'clock.
I hope you won't be alone.-
I hope Little Corey will there too.-
I'd like to play with him and teach him stuff. -
- I call him Big Corey and he comes wherever I go...
-Here's a picture of him.
-See you tomorrow.
She was always always interested in sexting, sending and receiving naughty pictures was a nice courtship trick she had in her repertoire. She had sexted pics of her divinely freckled bristols so often in the past. But she had never climaxed after receiving a sext. Until she saw Little Corey.
She was giggling at the memory when she heard a noise in the nearby bushes. She turned slowly...