What was the point? I mean, really? The screen faded to black and then went to the next scene. We were in the stables. I recognized the place right aw...y. I had been there a few times and had caught a few steamy shows. The following frames showed my Uncle Joe. He was petting Zoey, his young white filly and whispering in her ears. As the camera closed in, it became very noticeable that Uncle Joe was using is other hand to massage his huge piece of meat. In the video we could hear steps and see. You think you have it sussed when your mouth sucks on each of my nipples in turn but inside I am still begging for something you will never know. My most extreme yearning as unreachable to you as you are to me. I watch you suck my nipples and would never deny that I’m growing wetter by the second as I watch you at work on me your enthusiasm a switch you press and not a compulsion. I make gentle noises of appreciation and they’re as real as this moment and as real as the unspoken words that sit. I opened it and slowly shook my head. I hated Valentine’s Day. I had for years. I couldn’t really explain why, but it always seemed like such a farce. I could deal with and even enjoy the Halloween and Christmas silliness, but Valentine’s Day was another thing altogether. Kyle on the other hand, loved the holiday. He and his ex-wife used to throw a huge party every year that he forced me to go to, but it stopped once they separated. As far as I was concerned it was the one good thing that came. The controlling hands now hold the front of your thighs, strong fingers very close to, but never touching the sensitive areas between her thighs. Her quiet moaning and gentle whimpering is increasing in volume and urgency as my teeth grip her knickers and pull them down sufficiently to expose both perfect cheeks and my hot, inquisitive and insistent tongue eagerly licks both cheeks before sliding teasingly between them once or twice. A rapid series of nibbles and bites swarms over her butt,.