My world was tilting on its emotional axis. Where sun and warmth had reigned now cold and darkness had arrived with creeping unsettled new feelings of...discontent finding their way into my soul. I loved him and yet I didn’t did I? How could I protect him from my new “self”? I couldn’t I didn’t think? This was my own personal equinox. Tonight I had worn Steve’s favorite ensemble, the conservative blue Pokka dot dress that camouflaged my youth. The sophisticated dress was hiding the giggly teenage. Her legs had seemed to give way and I was holding her upright with the arm across her chest and the hand on her cunt.After a few seconds, she seemed to regain some control over her legs. I sat her down on my bed and smiled at her. I held my right hand up and pushed my middle finger to her lips.“Clean it off.” Without hesitation she was sucking on my fingers and licking her juices from my hand. After she had cleaned my hand, I took a step back from her and said “Get on your knees” as I began. C2)I start teaching a stallion from the very beginning to behave as I would expect him and any other breed of male to, throughout the rest of his life. He must learn to stand quietly to be washed by a wvs, he must behave, no lunging for the wvs is accepted, kicking, biting, etc., and he must always be willing to respond to the handler(s). He is allowed to behave like a stallion, however, and is allowed to be vocal, as well as have contact with the wvs.If the stallion has a good, strong libido,. "Well, take all the juice you can drink, my lady," I moaned, placing my hands onto her head. I felt her tongue sliding around in my slit and she instantly had me jerking around. I felt the need to peek down at her as she pleasured me, but with every passing lick, I felt to be heading into a coma. "Shit, I'm sweating up a storm, but you have feeling like I'm frozen, Sherry. If you've never done this before, I must say you learn quickly," I let out, rubbing her head. "I do, harlot," she informed.