He smiles as I reach up and kiss him slowly, removing his coat, unbuttoning his shirt and pants. I reach my hand down inside his boxers, searching for...that hardness of his that I have grown to love. I find it and begin stroking it slowly back and forth, while my tongue plays with his. His dick starts to grow inside my hand, getting longer, harder. I stop kissing him and whisper in his ear, ‘Baby, down on your knees.’ He doesn’t hesitate, but drops down to his knees. I kiss the top of his head. " She said in almost a whisper. "I will speak with you both another time. I have a patrol in the morning as duty, and should get sleep."The huntsman nodded. "It was good to see you, Wendy, sleep well." He said.Hyandai muttered something unintelligible and smiled weakly toward the girl as Wendy fled from the tent in a bit more rush than the situation warranted. A look of deep unhappiness settled into Hyandai's features."I may have just done something terribly unfair." Hyandai said, watching the. Actually needed her. The mistresses he’d kept had been good for one thing only – sex. But with Emma, it was making love. And he was coming to realize he wanted more from her than just a tumble in bed each night while sneaking around at night. He wanted her in the morning, afternoon, just before the sunset – and not just in his bed. ‘Deeper, Alex.’ She sighed. ‘I need you deeper.’ He obliged her by pulling almost all the way out of her, teasing her wet slit with the swollen head of his staff. Maisy sighed. Marion slowly slid her fingers down into the cowgirl's crotch, and she dipped them into her pussy, causing Maisy to tremble. She pulled her lips off the phallic saddle horn and stood up, turning to face Marion. She was still wearing her Stetson although it had tilted askew as she dipped her head in Marion's crotch.They kissed, their lips brushing lightly together at first, then parting and grinding passionately. They put their arms around each other and stood belly to belly. Their.