His face was a cynical mask, and from his hip hung a five-foot spiked mace that scraped the ground, even mounted on his massive, heavy-hoofed brown st...llion. This was Jataromen, eldest son of the Bibilodo, recently returned from one of his frequent excursions to foreign lands where his twisted desires could be fulfilled. He rode insultingly close to the funeral procession as he and his entourage passed, and the mourners caste baleful glances his way, though continued unchecked in their chants.. It was almost 4 a.m. when we fell asleep in each others arms. I was having a very erotic dream when I started to wake. I felt a warm feeling around my cock and heard Bobbi’s voice. I opened my eyes to see her on the phone as she straddled my morning wood. She held a finger to her lips in a shushing motion.“Fred, I don’t know what to tell you, it is what it is,” she said. “They can get the part earlier if you want to pay extra … no, no. Of course. You’re right, we shouldn’t waste the money. I’ll. ..” I moaned, “Please I need it badly.” Instead of sliding her tongue inside my pussy like I was hoping, she trailed around the outside with her tongue then moved down to my inner thighs where she began lapping my juices off me. Ohhhh such a tease, I loved it. “MMMMM you taste so sweet Stacey, and you are so wet, I never saw so much juice come from a girl.” “Wait till I cumm,” I cooed back at her. She looked back up at me lovingly and I saw the burning lust in her eyes. Then she blew air. The train was almost to 42nd Street when Alice felt the unusually tall man stiffen up and go rigid against her bottom. She could discern the swelling of the long meaty pole and the pulses that informed her that the stranger had loosed his load messily inside his trousers. There had been no reciprocal release on her part but at least she could feel her panties were damp with her own juices. The now embarrassed man rushed off the train at the next stop and Alice leaned on the metal pole for.