Two slender saplings gazed upon one another, each entranced by the other's unparalleled beauty and longing to grow closer. Every day the two saplings ...ould become a little larger and stronger, their roots eagerly crawling closer and closer as the gap between them grew smaller. Soon each of them would be close enough to embrace the other, but their longing grew so immense it made every moment an eternity. It would not be long before the lovers' arms would grow long enough, their thin digits. She had been my lover for more than a year, and she’d never gotten to lick my cunnie. I knew she had wanted to, but I had shied away from this intimacy in my fear. If anyone deserved to lick my cunnie, it was she and lick she did.She sucked, licked and played, and she drove me wild. When her fingers slipped into me, I humped her hand, and she soon had me quivering and shaking on her talented fingers and wicked tongue. I think I screamed when I came for her. It was wonderful. When she moved up. ’ ‘Return my sword and I’ll be happy to meet your friends, Cheval… one by one or all at once, I don’t care.’ ‘Ah, yes, well, I’d be happy to do that, except first I would need something from you, M’sieur.’ ‘And what would that be?’ ‘Your word, m’sieur… your word to support our cause.’ D’Audierne did not reply. ‘You see, I know that you are a gentleman of exceptional honor,’ Cheval continued. ‘I know that if you give your word to us, we can count on you as a loyal confederate.’ ‘And what is this. "Her thighs were thick, the triangle of hair at the junction of her legs a mass of auburn curls, and I watched her dig in the heels of her high boots and lift her hips toward me, exposing her sex. She smiled as she offered her pouting slit with its flower-like center. She was dripping wet.I unlimbered my rapidly hardening pike, displayed it for her approval, got barely a nod of appreciation, and stepped between her legs, bending my knees and using one hand to hold her wide hip while I guided my.