He had seen pictures of English hunts, of course, and his contemporaries at Cornell University had regarded them as one of the "real quaint old Englis... traditions", a "must see" on a trip to Europe which few of them had ever seen outside of a cinema. The real thing was even more romantic to his eighteen year old eyes than any imaginings could have been; the hunters were resplendent in their red coats with their superbly turned out horses, and the dogs pacing between then, obviously eager for. She sits at my side, sitting on her knees with a back as straight as a cat. As I absently trace the scars across her chest and breasts, she keeps her hands behind her back, resting between her feet. My orgasm is close, but I can already tell it will be hollow and unsatisfying.'How to make Tracy the perfect slave?' I ponder. 'The sacrificial cow was a good shock to her system. But I did it too early. Her hope and will probably haven't eroded enough. I'll bet she's steeling herself for whatever. “Lick it…lick my cunt for me.” My sister pleaded. I tentatively stuck my tongue out and lapped at the frothy liquid that was oozing out of her gaping hole. It had an odd taste – not sweet and not sour, just odd, like nothing that I’d ever tasted before. I quickly acquired a taste for it though! Urged on by the gurgling sounds from my sister I lapped and licked her love juice like a kitten at a bowl of cream. The sensations for both of us were fantastic – Thelma was in a trance as. ”He laughed:” I don’t think that is far from the truth. We do have a clinic here, but you know Vikings, they rather do it the old way. I just wish she would take it a little slow right now, at least until the baby is here”“As old Egill said, Uncle Hogun. She knows more about these things then most doctors.”He spread his arms. “Yes you are right of course. I just can’t wait for it to happen.” He gestured at my uniform. “So what are you now? Did you make it to Star ship captain?”I laughed. “No.