“Code, Mr. Wolfe?”All this “Mr. Wolfe” stuff from one of the mightiest superheroines in the world was making him even stiffer.“Ah, okay then... Shahp smack on the roight cheek is our code for ‘cum’.”“Our?”“Annette’s and moine. When moy mouth is, um, otherwoise occupoied.”“Oh, sorry. Won’t miss it again!”“No, you won’t,” he said with a smile giving her another identical whack.Cindi fell off her own elbows as the orgasm hit her, but then went straight back to work on his woodie.After giving her. I threw my gaze to the night sky and saw the pegasi as clear as day. They were all white, their wings pure snow. They descended to the field, one at the front, the herd of a half-a-dozen or so following. My breath caught as they soared downward, all the majesty of a horse combined with the gliding beauty of an eagle.The stallion touched down, neighing as he approached the clovers glowing purple, stained with our pussy juices. He breathed in, sniffing at the flowers. Then he munched on the. And yes, in case you're asking he did spend the night, and no, we didn't have sex, fuck or make love if you prefer, I'm not that insensitive. I was just a warm naked body for him to cuddle up to, and yes he does know about my job and the men in my life, I mean how could he not having seen men come and go at all times of the day and night. But he didn't judge or think any less of me for the sort of life I led just like I didn't judge him for refusing to even acknowledge their son when he didn't. Who’s a deviant?” asked Arwen from down the table.“I put a lot of my work on the website Deviant Art,” said Cat.“I love that site,” said Arwen. She and Cat fell into a conversation about fantasy art and fantasy novels. Arwen’s knowledge of the genre was about as broad as you would expect from a girl named “Arwen.”“I wish I could paint like that,” said Arwen wistfully.“Well, if you’re serious about sitting for me, I could give you some pointers,” said Cat.Fingertips gently traced across her bare.