I followed them as best as I could and soon found myself in a tangle of brushwood and brambles, which I had to force my way through at first and then round until I found myself in a part of the forest which I was not entirely familiar with. Again she glanced at me, perfectly aware of the reaction her body had had on mine and answered sweetly, ‘Well Mr Forester, I’m Little Red Riding Hood and I’d like some proof that you are who you claim to be, because I’ve been hearing terrible stories about a big, bad wolf wandering about in the forest impersonating people’. This was followed by a lot of wolf howling noises. ‘Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm’ she sighed, ‘What big hands you have, Mr Forester!’
‘All the better to spank you with Little Red Riding Hood!’ I replied, entering into the spirit of the thing. ‘What a big cock you’ve got, Mr Forester!’
‘All the better to fuck you with, Little Red Riding Hood’, I gasped between thrusts. I love trees, both deciduous and coniferous. A pair of them! Hey! The cabins have the appearance of pioneers’ residences; you wouldn’t think it strange to see a character in buckskins standing at the door, but to tell the truth they are quite modern inside. Her breasts jutted out in front of her with
