It was magical, like nothing I'd ever experienced. A man's cock was right in front of me, I'd kissed it and wanted more. I opened my mouth and took ...is head in, feeling it on my tongue. My cock responded by tingling all over and pulsing. I had to open my mouth more because he was so fat, then started moving down on his shaft. I could feel the heat and hardness on my tongue, which I then ran around on his underside. I kept sliding down and soon had his whole five inches in my mouth.God. Within a few strokes she was filled with all of my manly meat and loving it, her muscles gripped at me tightly and brought me to the brink of another load of my own. I panted out to her “I’m gonna cum again baby, ohhh yeah…..yes!” just before my cock exploded the first stream of my jism into her ass. I shoved my entire tool into her and quivered out another stream, though not nearly as ample as the first and then my cock trembled at the strain as it drained yet another rope deep inside. The turning of Isabelle's head also accomplished one other thing; she could now see the unicorn, the beast that had ravaged her and who must somehow be responsible for her new form, standing directly behind her, carefully positioned in the one place behind her that Isabelle's newly enhanced field of vision did not show without physical adjustment. At some point when she was either unconscious or writhing in pain, he had changed back to the four-legged form she had first seen him in. She was. ‘However, ‘Metzendorf’ stirs a vague memory of mine, but I cannot bring it to the fore front of my consciousness.”We resumed our tour of Firenze; with her arm now linked with mine.A week before I was due to return to Livorno I journeyed to Claudia’s villa – by now we referred to each other by our forename. She called me Giovanni, which is the Italian version of John.During the time spent with her in Firenze Claudia had ferreted from me my association with Annette Blanchard, and also my.