He's always wanted for me to lick pussy in front of him. I was happy to oblige. I could smell her long before I could taste her. Warm, thick, sweet. H...r clit was waiting for me, her cum waiting to be drank in. And I was so very thirsty. Her pussy is not as plump as mine but god was it pretty. I could feel Stevie lining up his cock with my soaked pussy. I came instantly but not once letting up on her pussy. I slipped one finger inside her. I was surprised to find the tightest pussy I have ever. We were alone a lot of the time mucking-out the stables and brushing the horses down, and the farmer once took us along to watch out Mares be Sired.We were both old enough to know what was going on and as I have mentioned in several stories before, we became sexually active with the old man, but this incident is about something with a slight twist to it, Sandra, who was slightly more developed than I was, had a fetish, she wanted to be a 'Pony-girl', and sent off to the UK for a bridle, reigns,. Their embrace was carefully watched by other angels, and when Carl had had enough, he drew back, laughing and crying, and then hugged the angel again.“Thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you...” He repeated into the Angel’s garment.It was enough.Gabriel eased out of the hug, held Carl at arm’s length, and with laughter in his eyes, said, “Make something beautiful of this place, Carl. Safe is not good enough. You have been given special gifts. It is time to use them now to give. I moaned and came. Cum spilled out onto my chest. Dribbled down his knuckles. He was increasing the pace of his rhythm. Fucking into me as I rocked my body to meet his thrusts.He brought his fist up to my mouth and I licked my own cum off his hand. He rubbed what was left onto my lips and chin and then leaned down and licked it off. Then locked his mouth on mine. I felt the intensity of his motion increase again. Held onto him tight. Moaned with pleasure. Still looking into his eyes. Sending.