She held my head in place with her strong thighs and as I continued to lick her she began to moan and squirm on the bed. I tried to get my fingers ins...de her but she moaned, “No, just lick me. I want your tongue and lips to make me come.”Her moans became louder and when I thought she was about to come she opened her legs and pushed my head away.“What?” I said, drunk on her juices.“Come, let’s get into a sixty-nine.”I ended up as the bottom and when she lowered her pussy I again tried to. I had squandered my inheritance, just as the prodigal son in the parable. It was only when I began to read the gospels I had managed to smuggle in my clothes that my mood began to brighten. For had not the prodigal son been welcomed with open arms by his father when he repented? And had not Peter betrayed Christ three times before dying a glorious witness to his grace? Surely, if there was hope for these, then there might be hope for a sinner such as I.I began to pray without ceasing, and. I mean, here was this horse, with two people in it, shaking and nodding it's head like crazy, with the front legs and back legs right next to each other and probably making grunts and groans. It had to be hysterical. Meanwhile with each nod of the horse's head, her hips shoved back against me and my dick poked a little further into her. I never really got very far in her. The head of my dick was sort of sliding in and out of the mouth of her pussy really, and more than once her hand shot back. The bar was packed and, as anticipated, several people turned to look as she confidently swept past them and ordered a gin and tonic. The thrill of being watched and wanted by other people never failed to turn her on.She quickly scanned the room for familiar faces, there was bound to be someone here she knew; it was the marketing world's version of the Oscars. Shit. Her stomach lurched. In the far left corner, surrounded by an adoring group of hangers-on, Rachael could see a familiar figure:.