Her fuck button throbbed on his soft black snout as his tongue slipped right up inside of her cunt.Karen shuddered. His massive tongue slapped at her ...gain, hiking her ass and hips upwards. She clung to his horns and rose onto her tiptoes, thighs trembling, letting the herbivore graze in her furry pasture.She was tempted to cream his tongue, knowing the brute would relish the steaming overflow. But she would still be obliged to empty his cock and balls afterwards, and she knew she wouldn't. It was the color of deep rich, red wine.“Now, what do you say, would you like to fuck a one hundred year old woman? Would you like to taste some burgundy?” she said lewdly.I knew doing so would get me through the gate so I said,”Yes!” I now drank from her ancient cup. Indeed, she did taste like vintage wine, a bit on the sour side, but in a good way, like sourdough bread. As my tongue licked through her red valley, she whined and whinnied like an elderly mare. I knew I had obviously struck a. I leaned over to her and kissed her deeply as her tongue invaded my mouth. Then I straighten up and said.“Later, I got to eat or I wouldn’t be any good to you at all”She looked at me rather funny and stared to complain, when Nancy came to my rescue by saying,“Hold on girl, he’s worn out, after Linda and Glenda I’m surprised he’s even breathing, you should have seen them, God I’m getting wet just thinking about it”“Oh really, then what about you, are you up for some fun””After I eat, sure, but I. .”Jay interrupted again, “Cut the flattery. You’re saying that you can show me ghosts in Bangkok, and I say it’s bullshit. The offer stands. Show me a ghost, I’ll show you one million dollars. My secretary will email you my Bangkok itinerary. We’ll be in touch.”And with that the call cut off.For a couple years I’d been following Mr. Jay Palmer, on Twitter, and had been enthralled, entertained and annoyed at his tweets. No stranger to fame or controversy, the handsome young billionaire, the Wall.