Our eyes stayed locked as she wiggled around a little before the head slid slowly inside her. Sandy took her time moving up and down. With each down...troke, I saw my penis move a little deeper inside her welcoming womb. Up until now, Sandy's hands were locked tightly onto my hips for balance. But, as she got a little deeper and her breathing became more ragged, I took her hands into mine.Our fingers intertwined, and I pulled her down so that we could kiss. Sandy kept moving slightly and. After a week on the road she arrived at the village of Paarl. It was a few days away from Vimml, on a horse at least. She was surprised to see some of the villagers practicing swordplay as she rode into the village.Pyar was dressed in a comfortable cotton shirt and leather pants, quite unlike the traditional robes she wore in the capital, but much more suited for travel. The villagers were surprised to see a woman riding alone into their village, and a few came up to her."Greetings traveler,". The elegant food, good wines, and careful service made them relax and exchange ideas in an altogether enjoyable way. Daniel was conscious of his lust for her, but let it show only occasionally. Rebecca sensed it, but smiled and did her usual flirtatious but superficial teenager imitation, which was well practiced. She had begun to react to an undefined and vague unease that was like an aura around him, in spite of his practiced sophistication. He was a troubled fellow, she felt, not in the. Clara watched him run his hands over his body, with this she found herself instinctively trace a hand down her stomach and inside the band of her panties to feel her wetness. She watched him intently, slowly rubbing at herself. He turned then to face her, his cock swinging as he did so. He ran his hands over his face and looked up. “Fuck! You shouldn’t be in here!”.Clara looked him up and down “Oh sorry I must have gotten lost! But hey I did say I’d come looking for you!” with this she turned.