I lick between and under your breasts, finding the tender, sensitive spots most inexperienced men overlook. All the while, my fingers push deep; deep...r into you.You feel my fingers curl up. I massage and caress the spongy mass of your G-Spot. Gently, slowly... then, as I feel it enlarging, faster with more pressure, more movement... My lips and tongue continue to assault your breasts in heated lustful licks. Slurping and sucking sounds mingling with our moans. Your body is writhing; you. ’ I said with a catch in my throat. She put the glass to her lips and drained it completely. She put it down on the table and I picked it up. As I rose to go to the bar she put her fingers lightly on my hand and mouthed, ‘Thank you.’ Before puckering her lips in an air kiss. With rubbery legs I walked to the bar. ‘Give me four more Fred.’ I yelled over the din of the crowd. Fred said, ‘Sure thing Kenny.’ And he picked up the glass Mom had just used. He was about to toss the ice when I said.,. But then she drew her hand away. There was no way she was going to settle for a hand-job-- not with the pleasure that was waiting in the barn.Michelle stood up and removed her blouse and skirt, leaving her high boots, stockings and garter belt on. She didn't imagine that the stallion cared about such embellishments as erotic garb, but looking sexy made her feel sexy and therefore enjoy it more.With her naked pelvis slung in the straps of her black garter belt like a juicy missile in a slingshot. Then the sharpest of pains in her head and the blond young man before her transformed into the familiar face of her young warrior from ages ago. His skin streaked with blood, his eyes vengeful. Without speaking, he transferred his thoughts and memories to her through the light.“Do you remember me?”Fear making her mute she simply nodded.“I was your fiercest warrior. I fought and died for you. You resurrected me over and over to win your battles. And when there were no wars to fight you tortured.