April straightened her shoulders, tilted her head and raised her eyebrows. "Don't I look old enough to order a couple of drinks?"Edward knew that she ...as only a year or so older than his fourteen years. "I think you look very nice," he said, "but no, you don't look legal."She shrugged. "It's a private party and an open bar – I said that I was getting them for my parents." And if your mother or grandfather had seen you?" he asked."Why, I would have been simply amazed that someone would put rum. I told her to stand there, bent over, and to hold onto one of the lower bars. I then unhitched the stud and led him over to Rose. He sniffed around her rear end, and then immediately reared up putting his front legs on top of the gate. This afforded him a full view of Vixen as he humped away. I was sure that this would work well, as it was quite similar to how ranchers harvest horse semen (Thank you, Discovery Channel). The stud started thrusting right away. I asked Rose if she was ready for. On night calls she had an unusual habit of taking a bath before she spent the night with her customer.. But least did I know that the bath was personalized for the idiot customer himself.When I heard from her that she has to take a bath now, I was a bit irritated and said that I would wait outside till she was done, but to my utter surprise, she said something that made me jump to my feet literally.“Aapko andar baith ke dekhna hai? Aami ekla……………. Mote help karibo” was her replyIt was like. Easing both of her hand forward, her fingers slid around the shaft of his cock, slowly encircling it and moving along its length, spreading the slippery oil. At the same slow, deliberate pace, she began to stroke his cock with both hands, a hint of a smile again crossing her geisha-like features as she gazed into his eyes. She loved the smooth, supple feeling of his fat cock in her embrace, so alive and responsive as her fingers slid up over the crown, then back down to the base. Letting go.