The wine was a full-bodied Sidelian Red. Spirits at the table were high and the mood was light and airy.Our servers had no sooner gotten the gully hog...sliced and on our plates when Trunk stood, raising his glass."A toast!" He called."Here! Here!" Trip replied."Here's to friendships made, to families forged and to the Spirits!" To the Spirits!" We all responded in the typical Arborian manner.The morning workout was well attended, as Sid and I led Trunk, Spray and Scatter in a good bit of stick. While they'd been here they'd made more than enough tack to get them home on their newly trained mounts.If Zakkon and Mendal thought they had the new mounts ready for a trial run by the time they made it home this evening we were going to give them a real test tomorrow.Thankfully they were sure of themselves when they made it back for the night. We did a little packing after supper was over and woke for a lot more the next morning. We were headed back down to the river level for another guinea. .uuuuh...uuuuh..aaaah..aaaah,"as she feels me dragging my thick cock back out, veins tugging against her clenching walls as she lifts herself onto her tip toes as they curl wildly...she shrieks out as she writhes frantically, " OMG..JOHN...OH GOD..OOOOH..OOOOH..UUUUH..UUUU," feeling every single movement as I slowly pop my thick swollen head in and out of her clenching, soaking entrance as her mind races, back arching as hard as she can as her breasts thrust into the air. She hears herself. I remember every time I had to bend over to untie my shoes his eyes would just stare at my ass. Then again I've done sports I was 5 year olds and am I good shape, including a nice round ass which I guess guys stare at from time to time. One afternoon I felt horny and whilst watching a boss blackmailing his employer to suck his massive cock to keep his job, I abruptly send a message to Jesper on Facebook, telling him it had been a long time and what he had been up to. We got into a pretty long.