"That is one talented trunk you have there." You're about to find out just how talented." Wilson smirked, holding his trousers in place for a moment l...nger, letting silence return to the room so that he could drop trough with a certain sense of reverence.Sandra's eyes went wide as she watched Wilson's boxers come into view. The front of them tented slightly forward by the hose like apparatus that hanged down. The head of it just barely peeking out from the hem of his boxers, way down by his. ”It was her turn to frown. “Sparta has no issues with centaurs, we’re not Athens. As long as you’re with me, it’ll be fine. And ... and I want to repay your kindness.”He blinked at her, and slowly turned his whole body to face her, horse half included. “You would be seen with me.”“I would.” She gathered up her courage, stepped a bit closer to him, and did her best to turn her frown into a glare. Her husband used to say she was the softest Spartan he’d never known, and judging from how her glare. He'd seen her eyes close, and her hands tighten on the chair, and her legs squeeze together harder and faster. He could tell what she was doing! Chloe wanted to stop, she tried to, but it was to late. Just as she tried to stop her legs, she reached her peak, her legs last contraction triggering an enormous climax that started deep inside her and spread out, flooding the space between her flexing thighs. Her legs stopped the bouncing rhythm, and clamped tightly shut, then released, then clamped. Her small, soft tits felt nice under her shirt, and she smiled as I briefly felt them as we passed. She continued down to rejoin the party, however, as I went up to the bathroom. Later in the night, people started to separate onto groups, drift toward home and such. I had gone upstairs to the bathroom again and I heard a conversation going on in the next stairway, the one that went up to the top floor. I stuck my head around the corner to see what was going on, and there was Betty (my old.