Damn, but she was pretty. As good looking as any porn queen or centerfold. Currently she was a blonde but she had started darker, kind of mousy hair l...ke mine, dishwater blonde somebody told me, and had so far tried a dozen shades - I liked the redhead best and told her so.So I stood there in the doorway looking at her and felt my big cock filling rapidly. I had relieved myself when I awoke with an iron-hard erection as I usually did, but now it was coming up again. Not unusual but sometimes. He had flown over many locations, heard many tones, jumbled together, clanging, rancorous noise, nothing pure and true. Soaring up a valley breeze over a range of stony hills, he had heard a muted vibration below - soft, subtle, but very pure. Worth, he had decided, investigation. He had been right. Alert, alerted, this one was a rare chord, a wonderful motif in choler, so little of that dull tone of fear Cagnazzo heard so often. Even with the few notes he had played he could detect the. Urges were sent to her wettening tongue to lick him- to outline his form with the tip of her tongue and bathe the rest of his body with her spit as she sucked and bit him. The strong messages being sent to her willing mouth were making her mouth water, her aching cunt dripping juices as much as her mouth.He smirked at her cry and settled a hand on her slim wrist, the other pulling her hips into his. She could not hide her arousal from being so close to him, electricity firing between their. I peeled the skin from the wedge. I dipped both sides into the leftover melted butter from her mashed potatoes.Then, holding it in the palm of my hand I lowered it between her legs and gently placed the edge against the lips of her vagina.She hadn't been able to see it coming, of course, and it was still somewhat cold from being refrigerated. And apparently she must have gotten tired and lowered the hand that had been covering her mouth, because the resulting gasp was so loud that I had to fake.