I hear him groan as I lower myself down along with his coveralls and boxers. His hard cock springs up and bounces before my mouth and I smile as I kis... the tip. He gasps as I take his hardness into my mouth, I sheath my teeth behind my lips and slide down his length half way, my tongue twirling and soaking him in spit. I pull back up to his tip and slide down again trying to go a little farther but between his length and girth I can’t get far. I pull back again and really look at his amazing. It was too much. To powerful. I couldn’t be trusted with it.The couatl lunged at me.ChaunAs the couatl crashed into Faoril, I fell to my knees. I slung my lyre’s case off my back. I did not want to expose the strings or the wood of the instrument to such humidity. After the deluge, the air swam with moisture. If the damp warped my instrument or weakened the strings, the music would not be perfect.But I had little choice. Whatever magic Faoril tried to use had not been effective. She screamed as. She was standing on the track that was normally coveredby tourist cars but today was totally empty. The perimeter fence was nowhereto be seen and she was about a hundred yards from a small coppice. Rememberingthe lions they had passed recently she decided to hide in the coppice whileshe worked out a plan of escape. The men had left her with her shoes so sheleft them on; they were fairly flat heeled so she could walk alright. She enteredthe copse warily; it was shaped roughly as a square about. Swarta's naked attentions imparted visible forgiveness and pleasure at my well-being. I had come to care deeply for both of these women, so I kissed their lips one at a time and squeezed their bodies lightly to soothe them. "I promise to act more thoughtfully in the future," I whispered, honestly. It must have been the right thing to say as they both placed passionate kisses on my face.Swarta stroked my favorite toy, and said, "We don't believe you but we do expect some attention to reassure.