I twitched. She giggled. She started touching me, gently at first, and then quicker within seconds. I gasped."What's the matter?" Brandy asked. "Cat d...esn't have your tongue anymore?" she said.I gasped as she was stroking it, and said, "Fuck. You keep doing that, the cat isn't going to have anything except a big mess."Brandy looked up at me, giggled and finally said, "Good. That's the plan." and without a word, she took the shaft in her hand, opened her mouth, and goddamn she slid my dick part. He was just over 6ft, with light brown short cropped hair, broad shoulders, a much defined 6 pack and an eight inch, thick, cut cock. Throwing my kit back into the back of the pick up we started the hour long journey home, my brother Kyle bringing me up to date with all the news while I had been away. As we turned into the long driveway to our ranch my smile grew. Kyle pulled over and we got out of the pick up and I took a good look around.The horses running around in the paddocks, the. What I had in mind was a replica of a type of bag designed to carry ration cards. They were usually small, about three by five inches of so. They could vary a bit either way. Mostly they were quite pretty, decorated with beads or else made from cornhusks. The latter were typically decorated with colorful wool yarn.So I made the trip down to visit Alikkees, which as near as I understood had something to do with 'haircut.' Sara Jane called her Kat'sa, which was the Nez Percé name for maternal. “Is very good!”“You think?” Lolly sneered. “Well let me tell you, Igor, all you are to that slag is a cock. A big hunk of man meat. That’s it.”“What’s your point?” Ivan panted. “I ask for no more than girl who wants pussy filled.”Lolly moved fast. Suddenly she was yanking on Samantha’s hair. Samantha pushed herself up on her hands, Ivan still pounding her hard, shocked when Lolly gave her face a slap. “Tell it like it is!” she demanded. “That’s all you want from a man, isn’t it? A big hard.