Almost like creamy vanilla ice cream. I licked her deep. Slurped on the juices that were beginning to drizzle from her cunt. Something about her pussy...was new, different, exciting. She was hotter than normal, more creamy, more silky. My tongue seemed to gravitate toward her, wanting more and more. I gorged on her, becoming addicted to her new flavor.Slowly she began to whimper like a little kitten. Her hips began to gyrate and she thrust her pussy forward, almost fucking my tongue. Eagerly, I. I gained on my quarry fairly quickly, as he was not pushing his animals all that hard. I wonder if he was concerned about running fat off the mules. My horse was just about to give out when I got close enough to use my Henry. I did not want to take any chances, so I dropped to the ground for a steadier shooting platform. My horse was tired enough to stand very still, so I used it as a steady-rest as I lined up my shot. Mindful of how a horse could be depended upon to move just when it was most. You'd haveyour everyday pieces - a thin gold chain around your neck with a smallpendant, and a similar bracelet and anklet. But then, you'd have to haveother pieces to match your outfit for the day.Picture this: You've just woken up at 6 and showered and put on yourunderwear and pantyhose. You've done your skin conditioning and basicmake up for the day, and have fixed your hair. You pull your slip onover your head and smooth it out, front and back. You swish over to thecloset and open it. Once alone in my room, I tried calling her but she never picked up. I went down to the lobby for a drink and a bit of relax.It was not until evening time when my sweet Anita finally called me. I quickly answered, a little concerned, asking her if she was alright. She laughed and responded that she was more than alright…My naughty babe then started telling me:"Friday night without you here was a bit hard and boring. I just laid around the house and texted Ramon; he was getting better at the.