My fingers now under her lace panties and brushing into her wet pussy. The count has bent his human partner over the bed. She moans loudly, his face b...ried in her asscheeks. His tail snapping back and forth excitedly. "I need you in me, Nicholas." The Countess whispers in my ear. Her hands fumble between us, freeing my stiff dick from my pants. She pushes her panties aside and impales herself on my fuck rod. She groans in pleasure. A sound matched by me as her warm pussy engulfs my cock. I grab. Liz’s pussy was sensitive as she was a continual spring of woman juice that alternated between sweet and semi-tart. And, I had not touched her G-spot yet either.We moved into a 69 position with me on top of her. Immediately our mouths found each other. There was no beating around the bush- well, there was no bush, was there? We both went straight to each other’s clit in an effort to get each other off. It was like the music scene in that movie “Deliverance” where the inbred k** played the banjo. "I'll take him to one of the better houses in town. Have one or two of the girls introduce him to the rigors of manly duties." I slid back into her effortlessly. She sucked in her breath and quivered all over. She had brought me to her bed as quickly as any woman I'd ever met, and was one of the few I've bedded who never complained about my equipment or her needs. She just loved to do it."Ah," she sighed in my ear, drawing me deeper, "such difficult things you poor men must do. Ah yes, right. She said I live on 6th floor so I said no problem and I took few bags in my hand and started climbing stairs. We exchanged casual introduction of each other. Her name was Bindu. We reached to her floor and dumped all bags in her home. She invited me in. I sat on sofa and she offered me glass of water and apologized at the same time for putting me in trouble. I replied I see this as a wonderful opportunity to become your friend. She smiled and said sure.She went into the kitchen I looked at her.