When he entered her apartment he was barefoot and wearing only pajama bottoms. Gayle giggled out loud because he looked silly, wearing Superman pajama..., something like a child would wear.“Okay, Superman, fly your ass over here and lie on the couch; it’s dripping out of me.”Gayle moved so Arthur could lie down on his back on the sofa. She shimmied out of her skirt and knelt straddling his head. As soon as she settled her pussy on his face, Arthur closed his eyes in ecstasy and drove his tongue. He stopped the car and just hugged me. We held each other for a few minutes without saying a word. That was so comforting, and I felt safe. At that moment, we had a deep conversation about ourselves and our future. I felt so connected to him that things flowed naturally.I kissed him slowly, enjoying that intimate moment. It didn’t take long and our bodies intertwined. His hands sliding, touching not only my body but going to the bottom of my soul. His kisses filled me with desire and love. Our. I was actually looking forward to working on her calves, so I beamed with pleasure that she must have noticed.It was the same as last time. I worked all the way up to her knees. This time I worked on her feet as well. She tried to pull her shalwar a little higher than her knees but the opening was small and it only went up about a third on her thighs. I worked on the new area that she had exposed.She pointed to the middle of her thighs and said that she had knots in that area. She asked me if I. Her arms were fixed behind her in some way and her feet were locked into curious boots that gave each the shape of a horse's hoof. As she eventually got to her feet it was obvious that the boots were also pushing her up on tip toe as well.Steve gripped her reins and pulled her towards him. "What do you think?" he said. "Nice conformation, I thought." He ran his had down the small of her back over her backside and down to her thighs and calves. "Good hindquarters, firm fetlocks." I nodded to.