Derrière ses culs-de-bouteille, ses yeux s’agrandissent démesurément, à croire que son regard est aspiré par le spectacle.- Elle est belle, non...?- Oh oui Madame. Je suis prêt à vous vénérer comme il convient.- Retire tes lunettes…Ce n’est pas aussi désagréable que je l’aurais pensé au premier abord. Sa langue douce parcourt mon bas-ventre. Il sait faire preuve de concentration et de ténacité. Il ne va pas droit au but mais le chemin détourné est agréable. Il me fait mouiller ce petit. As I approached her room, I heard something slightly different from her door, but couldn’t identify the sound. The door was fully open, Chelsea was again displayed with her ass toward the doorway, no clothes at all, but this time, she was masturbating her clit with one hand and the other hand was sliding something in and out of her opening. I couldn’t quite tell what it was, but she was using it as a dildo as she frisked her clit and the strange sound I had heard was a soft squishing sound as. After a half-hourof squinting, Lily announced her success. Peter tried to look into amirror in the other room when Lily stuck up behind him to pierce both ofhis ears.That hurt. A lot.Fiona was sent out of the room as Lily started throwing things from thebox at Peter. The gaff nearly choked Peter's Happy Place, but it didgive him the illusion of a soft feminine mound and now thanks to alittle padding, he had his own junk in the trunk. Lily put all ofPeter's new hair in a bun as she fit him into. "All right," I said, noticing that the rain had finally stopped or at least paused. "You ride on back toward the hill, and I'll shadow you. You don't mind being bait in a trap, do you?"She smiled, shook off her blanket, leaned out of her saddle and kissed me hard and well while I caressed her back and butt before she lowered herself back to the saddle.She trotted on up the trail on her little mare, while I carefully reloaded her shotgun, checked that my musket, rifle and pistol were all primed.