‘Your bull?’ my husband replied, his voice getting louder and attracting attention from some of the nobles around us.‘Yes, my bull,’ my voice ...emained calm but now with an edge of anger ‘…and he will not allow to be attended to by any other than me’.There was a look of shock and surprise on my husbands face and it was a moment before he spoke again.‘Well wife… we will see about that’.With as much grace as I could muster, I excused myself and left the feast early. I sat on the bed in my chamber. When that had been worked out, everything came together more quickly than Mike would have imagined. There were only another few pieces that had to be steam bent for the sled, like the brush bows at the front, and the upper railings. These went more quickly than the runners; Mark heated each one, one at a time, in a pipe filled with water, standing more or less upright in a bench vise, with a welding torch supplying the heat. Pretty soon, though far from done, the dog sleds were beginning to. It was beautiful. I cast aside all sense of taboo, of middle class prudishness. I became wanton and my tongue explored deep into her until, to my surprise, she arched her back and her hips lifted. I was so surprised that I stopped but her fingers tightened in my hair and pulled me back to her. Understanding I was to continue I did so and was rewarded by her orgasm, sudden, violent with a lot of writhing, knee lifting and moans of pleasure. As she recovered I crawled back up to lie beside her,. He wasseeking relief humping my hand and trying to mount mebut all I was letting him get was more and moreexcited. I saw my chance coming up and waited for the perfectmoment. There was one place in the flower beds whereshe had to stretch way in between some bushes thatwould leave her vulnerable. I could see whenever sheleaned forward her shorts would creep to the side andshow her pussy wide open. Rambo would have to be alittle lucky but I thought in his excited state hewould jump right on and.