Which is no big deal to me if it's no big deal to him... but I absolutley love to eat his ass. That's a turn on for me, because I can feel through hi... twitching or body movements along with different breathing patterns just how well he likes to be rimmed.I actually enjoy bottoming with BM. He is amazingly gentle, reads my breathing & body language, and knows when to push farther and does communicate with me asking me if I am ok... and so on. My take on that just makes me wanna melt, knowing. His face was cracked and wrinkled, like he’d been out in the snows for too long and he had no facial hair. He was dressed in a collection of old rags and blankets, as though he’d salvaged these items from the surrounding ships. His hands were spidery and gnarled and they clutched a staff that was adorned with doodads and trinkets of various make.The man looked very much alive and if anyone was doubting that he was, his flickering and shifting eyes said otherwise. The eerie glow of his yellowish. I still have plenty of the geraniol because I stocked up on it during the last two trips I made to Lexington. That meant we’ve been able to convince most of the hives that swarm to move into an empty hive next to their old one. With as much honey and molasses as I was able to buy, we used some of the huge stockpile of clay jugs we had available for Dad’s moonshine. We filled two hundred with honey and two hundred with molasses and took fifty of each to Sonora every week for four weeks. A gallon. She could never get enough of a talented tongue and her new lover certainly had that. Her slinky tongue worked wonders on Racquel’s needy cunt and her lips suckled the brunette’s nipples until they were the stiffest she had ever known them to be. She felt like putty in Ava’s skilled hands, although she did her level best to reciprocate. Ava knew every inch of Racquel’s body, despite their being total strangers only hours before. Ava liked to tease and she showed Racquel just how much during.