Well, maybe anticlimactic is the wrong word; I did actually climax, and so did Rebecca. Still, it was strange how she could keep everything on a perfe...tly clinical level, explaining to me, in an even voice — even when my cock was buried in her pussy — all of the little things that I could do to help her reach a crashing orgasm. She taught me various positions, and how to move from one to another almost seamlessly. By Wednesday evening, when our "entourage" was expected, I could give Becca an. "Vortas looked back towards his men for a moment. "Would you consent to taking me on a tour of the Manor? That would be sufficient evidence to take to the Fleet Captain in order to countermand his orders." He slowly smiled. "And I will admit that I have always been a bit curious as to how a Manor is run, so this is the perfect excuse to indulge myself."Roquan found it an affront to be forced to prove that he ran nothing more than a simple Overlord Manor. Yet the reality was that this was bigger. Dor moved the horse at that moment, having been waiting for that final member of our group to complete their mating demonstration … final, that is, besides me.She moved the horse forward several steps, then backward. Each shift caused me to cry out. I could feel my own orgasm ready to burst over me, again. I could also feel the horse’s cock swelling the first pulse of his pending climax. I reached back and touched Dor’s leg, our signal. The horse bounced. Once, then twice. Each time I cried. Score one for ignorance, she thought. She ran her fingers idly through her bobbed blonde hair as her mind irresistibly flashed back to another scene, more than a decade old, of another high-five she saw from the corner of her eye, except this little celebration wasn’t as hidden. This celebration came as Chrissy felt the pressure of the hand pressing down on the back of her head and the head of a cock slipping into her throat as the three boys around her in the convertible laughed and cheered..