All the while your tongue is licking up and down my inner thigh, sometimes i feel your teeth grazing and nipping there, your tongue reaching the top, ...ickling the back of my pussy and then slowly teasing back down the thigh again. Your fingers and kisses getting slowly more forceful as your drown in the smell of my hot wanton sex juices and the feel of my amazingly hot sexy body, the feel of my rising pleasure making you want me more and more. Your cock getting hard at the anticipation of. I guess he hears the question mark, because he jibes me.“Smith?” he repeats. “You sure, sis?”“Smith,” I say again, this time more positively. He buys into it now.“So who is this Hugo Smith?” he asks. “Some ski bum?”“Absolutely not,” I tell him. “He’s a hunter. Damn good one, too.” Christ, he must be if he was going after an aurochs with nothing more than spears.Danny keeps pushing for more, and I keep stalling. Finally he says he’s going to come up to meet “this Hugo Smith of yours.”“No!” I say. Its hard enough taking care of yourself, but if you add me in the mix its probably super stressful.” Patsy kind of looked shyly at me. “I also know how guys handle stress, and you cant even take care of that at night with me in your hair.”I was taken aback by this. ‘What are you talking about, Patsy?” I asked. “I take care of myself, and you, just fine.” “You know what I mean, you get no privacy. My husband would stress about something, and he relieved himself by, you know, giving himself a. " And what would that be, Tomás?" Andy asked."Our changeling," the man hissed. "And I suggest that you bring her back here, before your friend Ms. Pinsky has some sort of accident." Tomás," Andy said, his own voice hardening, "if Ms. Pinsky is hurt even a little bit, not only will you never see your 'changeling' again, but I will personally hunt each and every one of you down, and do to you exactly what you've done to your 'changeling' over the past couple of years."There was a long pause, and.