But until then, I’ll keep your bed very warm!” she giggled. “And you never know what might happen.”“Don’t get your hopes up, Peaches,” I...warned gently.“I know, I know. But I got dibs!” she declared with a big smile.We finished our lemonade and Stephie took the glasses inside and came back to sit with me. She sat close, and I put my arm around her and she snuggled close. We sat quietly for about fifteen minutes, watching the fireflies flit around the flowerbed. Just before 10:00pm we went. "Open wide," she whispered, holding her finger up.Steve clamped his mouth shut. There was no way he was eating that."Just a little taste for my favorite girl," Mistress Briannacontinued. "I bet you've thought about it." Yes, but-"Mistress Brianna slipped her finger into Stephanie's mouth. She felther resist at first, but then, just for a second, she sucked on thewet pinkie finger. Licked every drop off."That's right," Mistress Brianna said, smiling as more cum leaked outof the little clit. Poor. ‘It’s okay Cyn, don’t worry about it. The story isn’t something I just put out there at the drop of a hat.’ I smiled at her, now it was my turn to put her at ease. ‘It happened while I was in the service. We were in some shit hole third world country and three assholes decided it would be cool to blow up our motor pool. I was working late on a Humvee, saw them, and tried to stop them. The scar is a result of that confrontation.’ ‘Were they able to blow up the motor pool? Is that where you got. The task was endless. Tristan came from wealth and had never had to be so involved with animals before. He knew to be a squire was demanding work, but had never expected Reginald to give him tasks so demeaning.There was a plop of more manure hitting the floor."I can't do this anymore!" Tristan screamed to no one in particular. He knew that moment he was done being a squire.Sir Reginald's prized steed was a dark brown stallion named Bucephalus. Tristan brought over a light saddle, put it on the.