We were both panting. “Kate, that was fantastic, you are fantastic”. She started lightly stroking my cock. “Again?” “In a few minutes, I am ...ot as young as you”She got up and sauntered to the bathroom. I couldn’t take my eyes off her naked body. I watched her lean body and tight ass cheeks moving away from me. “You look so sexy from the back when you are naked.” She reacted by exaggerating her sexy walk. A few minutes later, I watched as she walked back, still buck naked, carrying a wet cloth. How should I think about the hard body part between my lips? Cock or clit? Then, I realised it didn’t matter. I was kissing it, not talking about it. Just lick it and see what he likes.Tentatively, I opened my mouth wider to give my tongue room to manoeuvre. What it met was smaller than any penis it had encountered, yet at about the size of the first joint of a finger, larger than the equivalent possessed by the cis women it had brought pleasure to. Gently, with tongue wide and relaxed, I. He placed on each cheek three lines of blood and told her now. You are a woman and you have earned your blood stripes. He slid his cock back in and she winced with the pain. Soon, she didn't have the pain. No more, and she had her ankles crossed behind his back as he aggressively fucked her pussy. It turned her on and made her more horny and lustful. Every time she would hear him growl and he would biter. They fucked until they fell asleep.**In the morning he was gone, but there is a note. At the sea the chalk cliffs of Dubrie were 200 metres high, crumbly and offering narrow protected inlets, with chalk islands (flooded hills) offshore.Being chalk there was little standing water. There were only the two lakes: Magrit (meaning small lake) where the border post had been established; and Monrit (large lake) where the fishing town of Monritsea combined sea fishing and fresh water fish farming into a lucrative trade southThe border post was really meant to provide early warning of.