She could feel the effect ofthis affirmation in her brain, ticking away as a slight warmth anddizziness. It felt soothing and peaceful to say it and k...ep saying it.He was Burt. He was a man. He was a lower class working man who muckedout the stables and did manual labour.Nothing more.6The forcible old woman started teaching Burt how to be a ladyimmediately.He was told how to sit, how to eat properly, how to walk elegantly; whatsubjects were appropriate for dinner conversation. His new. Goosebumps appeared all over her skin, her pussy quivered a touch and then I pounced. Within a second I had spread her lips and was licking up the very wet pussy. The taste was honestly amazing. I could die tomorrow a happy man as this was the best cunt I'd ever eaten. Slowly I opened the folds with my fingers and there was the crown jewel, her clit was small but very engorged. I blew a little over it and watched the skin contract a touch then sucked it into my mouth whilst flicking it with my. Perhaps the soft sound of waves slapping onto the beach would relax me.I knew whatever was bothering Rory would eventually come out. That was her way. She’d never been one to keep things bottled up. Rory would mull it over, dissect it, then talk to me about it. She’d always been that way, even at seven years old when she’d come to live with me. And I was grateful. It made my life easier, although Rory wasn’t easy at all.I caught myself smiling. I called her my little panther. She had a feline. Let’s pick it up a bit. I need to drain the bilges.”Though she blew a raspberry at him, Mara did match the increased speed of his paddling. He wasn’t the only one who needed a pit stop. As they passed a narrow, tree-shrouded inlet, movement caught Mara’s eye, and she turned to see two men fishing.“Wade.”“I see them. Let’s make this quick.” His j-stroke turned the canoe with ease.“Hey there,” Wade called out as they approached, staying back far enough to avoid any chance of fouling the men’s.