Do you mind if I interview you?” “Yes. I prefer to Not be interviewed as I officially do Not exist! If you interview me cruel humans will hunt me ...nd other centaurs! They don,t understand or believe in us and what men don,t understand they destroy! I Know this much!” “Okay then just talk to me!” “Promise you won,t write about me?” “Okay! It will hurt me financially, but I do not intend to kill you or other centaurs. Please just talk to me as I,m curious about your existence? Can we chat. A sexy slip the last garment to leave her lovely looks.She only wears her warm sweet shy smile now, a bit scared of severe treat to follow for fun on her bare bun.Her eyes follow me. I go get cuffs and ropes. She is well organized in her hot homely private place.High under the roof. Only birds will wake up from her squeeks n screams. Everything for grabs. Smiles while I tie her up spreadeagled wide in the middle of that teen beautiful big beige bed:She looks a lot like Stella Maris my fine. His cock twitched again, but this wasn't the time there would be time to touch and caress again but now he needed a shower, plus the hot water would bring the coke up, he grabbed his portable razor and stepped into the bathroom. He needed a quick trim to show off his perfect six inches even if he did say so himself he did have a great cock and arse and legs that wouldn't have looked out of place on a catwalk Returning to the room Lizbeth was applying her makeup she really was a beautiful. “OK, here we are. We absolutely have to leave by 10:30 to get you two home,” Lexie said. “Don’t wander off to find a bedroom, and don’t drink too much,” she warned.This was as close to cautious as I’d seen this girl. “Yes, mom,” I teased.“Don’t tempt me to leave you here alone at a senior party, Parker,” she threatened with little malice. “No telling how you’d get home.”We walked in the brisk spring air up to the old farmhouse. The noise of a teen party piercing the air. Good thing this one was.