»Und weil ich mit deinen Diensten so zufrieden war, darfst du dich zum Abschied mit jeweils drei Küssen auf meine Stiefelspitzen bei deiner Herrin b...danken.«Ich blickte zu Boden, auf ihre göttlichen Stiefel. Ich begab mich auf die Knie und küsste die Spitzen, wie sie es mir angeordnet hatte.»Steh auf.« sagte sie anschließend freundlich. »Du darfst jetzt gehen.« fügte sie an.Ich drehte mich um und lief in Richtung zu Hause. Ich wagte es nicht, mich umzudrehen. Ob ich diese Dame wiedersehen. My thoughts were getting intense and frequently shagged off imagining pounding her pussy while I play with her saggy boobs. Maybe the lust was one-sided. I thought she doesn’t think of me the same way I thought of her. But my mind said otherwise whenever my boss gave handed me a lunch box he brought from home. He would say, “She made it for you. She thought you’d be bored with your own cooking”.My heart jumped like a lover does at the sight of his girlfriend standing nude. But my mind always. They wasted no time. Jeff threw Vicki on the bed and pull her dress up to reveal she was not wearing panties. He grabbed her ankles and pushed her legs up in to her chest to expose her pussy. It was a beautiful sight to see. Her pussy lips were swollen, bright pink and glistening with her juice. Her bushy, brown pubic hairs surrounded her lips. She was soaking wet and he knew it was because she was looking forward to their late-night meeting. His tongue darted directly into her gash and he. As they say a picture paints a thousand words".After the experience of witnessing the stallion mounting the mare, I began to understand why I woke up with a straining hard-on every morning. Now I realised what I had being missing when I had no fleshy aperture to take the stiffness out of it like when the stallions piston slipped limply out of the mare. While witnessing the event my cock started to stiffen in my pants and stayed rock hard all the way home. My grandfather asked me if I understood.