'I was astonished', she said, 'I slowed down and stared, and as I drove past I turned my head and continued to watch him, as he ejaculated'.She turned... shaken and looked into the bag in the passenger seat and took out his mail, read his name, and put it into the postbox.She then took note of the incident, as they are instructed to do so and make a report.When her rounds were finished, she talked to a colleague, at their coffee break, another woman in her 30's, who used to drive the route she. It was wonderful, alive, female. It seemed to move and expand when he licked it. His tongue grasped the sex flesh like a nipple, sucking and tugging.She squirmed, her throbbing driving dripping pussy causing her mind to lose control. Her buttocks clenched and quivered and the strong muscles of her thighs sent tremors along either side of his head as she screamed out her come.He withdrew from her thighs, and his eyes were wild with desire as he stared into her lovely face. It was ringed by. “What do you think we have hands and mouths for? Hmm?”His deep, rumbling laughter fills the room. It’s a beautiful sound. Honest to God, I’ve never heard anything like it. Like bells tolling. I’m filled with an absurd sense of pride at having caused it, however unintentionally.And he’s right. We do have mouths and we do have hands, and boy, do we use them. We take turns going down on each other, a never-ending succession. Him and then me. One of us recovered and ready, as soon as the other is. I gasped, the flower sucking on my asshole also gushing a flood of nectar. The pussy-nectar filled my bowels. I groaned, savoring the heat in my asshole. The thicker nectar-jizz basted my cunt. I gulped down more nectar cream, wiggling, groaning.I loved this. The best plant ever. It was a hermaphrodite. Pussy and cock for me to love for eternity.What about Xera...?The flowers caressed my clit as the stamen-dick pumped me full of jizz. I shivered, another orgasm exploding through me. I moaned.