“So?” she glowers at him. “I’m not in the wrong. I’m fucking old enough to make my own decisions. And what, are you following me now?”“T...at’s your problem, you’re only old enough in that body of yours,” he gestures at her and snarls. Your mind is like that of a fucking child. And no, I’m not following you. I was once your age.”“You?” she blurts. “I highly doubt that you did any kind of partying when you were young.”Deflecting her accusation, Silas continues, “It’s a little dangerous being out. He came to me and I began to feel his cock and immediately felt like it penetrated little by little until I was warm and hard.and in my mind a lot of thoughts went through that moment "Will it hurt a lot? Am I doing the right thing?" That kind of euphoric thoughts of the moment.Already in the act, I did not have time to regret my decision, I was very surprised at what was happening to me and what I was feeling, many feelings at the same time, it hurt a little at first but the pain disappeared. The costumes were perfect fitting, absolutely correct pink, but Kobekistan was a rich country and the outfits were mostly made in Saville Row.The first surprise was the hounds. They were hounds, it is true, but not foxhounds; the Emir's kennels contained the largest pack of pure-bred Irish Wolfhounds anywhere in the world. The chances of a fox against these pursuers would be slim indeed, but there were no foxes in Kobekistan. If our hypothetical Englishman were to follow the hunt until he. We kissed again, and again, my hands traveling all the way up and down her spine, from her neck, down to the very bottom, stroking her asshole as I traced the line between her tight ass cheeks. Remembering how she had enjoyed this down by the river, as her hands struggled with my belt, I continued to focus on her bottom, her bum cheeks and what lay between them.Stepping away just to slip out of my shorts, and kick off my shoes, I turned back to find her already spread on the bed, face down, and.