Everything was at her command, with her guidance. I was just a joy stick—again, like the other time. Or so I thought initially. When she was wet, pu...hing her pussy into my tongue in a rhythmic cadence and moaning in a low, throaty grind—and I was hard as a rock—I stood, pulled her ample hips to the front edge of the bench, cupped a breast—she hadn’t bothered with anything but a diaphanous negligee, which was now brushed aside, off her body, no hindrance at all—and gently pushed her torso back. If the hunt were all in the north a mile and a half away, she could slip across unseen. If they were coming back to try to find her drag on the main path she would be seen.Quickly she swam across the river and into the woods on the other side. Nobody had seen her.Now she would swing into the trees of this, the largest woodland, secure on the far side of the river from the hunt and from everywhere that the dogs might draw her. She was not going to risk trailing the hunt, but was relying on the. She glanced over her shoulder at me as she bent over to pick up the planks and her shapely ass filled my view. I pulled my eyes away and began to focus on my work as she laid out the planks in front of me. After completing a few rows it was time for a break. I stood and stretched as she disappeared down the hallway and returned with two cans of beer."Here," she offered as she handed me a can."Thanks," I replied as I leaned against the island and twisted my torso to loosen up the muscles."You. Her moans were a good indication that she was enjoying it and it eventually got too intense for her to hold in until she squirted a load in his mouth, which unbeknown to her was something he’d never experienced and enjoyed ever pulse of the liquid that passed his lips. He continued for a moment until her pleasure had fully started to subside and he came up, she notice a tiny bit of her juice was running down his chin and she pulled him towards her and licked it off before beginning to.