"Jesus," Steph moaned breathlessly. "I should have been training for this! With, like, a pony or something..." She settled another inch, to no avail."...gh, I think that's all I can take!" You can do it," I said encouragingly. "Swivel your hips around on him. You're almost past the fattest part." I was lying, but she didn't need to know that. I grabbed a bottle of lube from the end table and squirted it all over my hand. As Steph rose up, I wrapped my hand around him and covered his length with. “But Joyce,” she pouted, “I play a woman in Regency England, I would not throw myself at him,” as she looked meaningfully at Greg’.“You would if you knew there was every likelihood of him not coming back… and my dear,” Joyce paused, “to put it crudely, if you don’t show him what’s on offer, then there is every possibility he is not coming back. He lives 200 miles away and in those days it would take 10 days to walk, five days by horse if you were lucky and that’s just to get there, to say. " I'm so not a 'Ma'am,' Stevie," she told me."I know," I said nervously. "I know it, I really do, but sometimes whenyou feel like an authority figure I naturally revert back to speakingrespectfully as the submissive I guess I still am deep inside me." It's okay," she said, smiling at me for a moment before scribbling agreat many notes onto her legal pad. "I know how it happens, but doesthat automatic response also trigger other things, like sexual excitementfor instance?" Um, a little," I. "She moved up further until her panty clad pussy was inches from my face. "I'd like to introduce you to Kitty. Kitty likes to be kissed." She pressed her lace covered pussy against my face. I took the hint and pursed my lips, feeling the dampness of the fabric as I breathed in her musky scent. She pulled her panties aside, revealing her curly black bush and moist pink lips. "Kitty likes to be kissed a lot." She mashed her wild curls against my nose as my tongue, seemingly with a mind of its.