She is petite also, about a hundred pounds, salt and pepper hair and 32 c titties. Connie and I used to swing alot when we were younger. I loved wat...hing her taking on several men at once. Seeing these men take turns pounding her fine little body into orgasim would so turn me on. I would get the pleasure of sinking my nine inch hard on into plenty of fine pussy and filling them full of my spunk. Connie was always willing to lick my spunk from those fine pussys. As we got older we cut back on. “Besides, I’m not going to strip naked, just down to my undies. Not a whole lot different from my swimsuit, and you’ve already seen me like that!”I pulled off my casual shirt and tossed it aside, next unbuckling my shorts. Despite my bold claim to Riley that boxer briefs weren’t much different than a swimsuit, I was nervous. Of course they were different, much more revealing -- especially in my current half-hard state! Still, I purposely didn’t turn away from Riley; instead, I dropped my shorts. Whack, whack, fondle and repeat: Gillian’s buttocks were turning a lovely shade of deep pink as juices erupting from her pussy spread onto her hot thighs, drenching her crotchless leggings and boots.Daddy removed those last items of clothing, licking off the juices, then running his tongue up her inner thigh to investigate their source, while I continued her sub training.The race had finished and it was time to relieve the successful punters of their charitable donations. Gillian was already on. . “Princess Ava?” a gruff voice asked. “What you doin’ here?”I blinked, realizing we had reached the gate. One of my father’s guards stared up at me, a polearm gripped in his right hand. He had bushy, brown mustache, the ends drooping down past his lips. He cocked his head at me, a conical helm perched on it.“My maid and I are going to enjoy this wonderful day,” I said, putting authority into my words. “I have been cooped up in the castle for too long. I need to breathe fresh air.”“I don’t.