I couldn't help noticing she had modified the swimsuit too as it was crotchless and from the hole were wisps of pubic hair. I delved my pinky finger i...to the bush and swished it up and down and in and out until I felt her clitoris hard against my finger. I was quite amazed to feel it was larger than some I had encountered in the past (my wife's clit is smaller) and I guess it was the size of a medium sized erect nipple. I'd only just got my tongue around it when I suddenly realised I was about. " She stared up at me, with an expression of fear, anger, and lust, but the laws of our courts were binding, and so she began hesitantly to lick.Her tongue ran across my labia, tickling my clit in a way only faeries could. I made sure she would lick me on all my holes, good and deep, giving her time to explore me as much as she could. My sex juices began to flow in copious amounts, and I made her swallow every bit of it. She oblieged, acting upset, but secretly enjoying every drop, and so I. She asked me ” sam, ek baat puchoon?” I said ” Haan pucho” She said ” Jo kuch tumne dekha, kisi se kahoge to nahin”I said “Nahin bilkul bhi nahin, Muhe to darr tha ke aap kisi se kah dogi” She said “pagal ho kya? Main kisi se kyon kahoongi? Vaise tumne kya dekha?” I said ” Maine sab kuch dekha” Now she started asking me what exactly did I see,and made me say every thing I said “maine aapke boobs dekhe the. She said ” aur kya kya dekha?” I said “aur aapki who dekhi” she said ” who kya dekhi?” I. Her hair was the color of whiskey, the good stuff always hidden under the bar … the soft brown eyes that could enchant you or freeze you with an icy look, depending on her mood. The lips a fresh red, needing no artificial help, her rosy face white now with shock. I felt dizzy and slipped out of the saddle, not feeling the hard slam as I hit the ground. I was unaware of her kneeling over me, crying, as she wiped the blood from my face and held me tight. Waking, feeling lethargic, sensing a dull.