My cock started tingling. I sat down next to him, and our host put in a VHS porn tape (this WAS the early '80's) Of course, it was a gay flick, and it...was about black guys and white sissies. They weren't trannies or CD's, but they were sissies. As the movie progressed, Walter started squeezing my thigh, and running his hand up and down my inner thigh. It was obvious he wasn't here for the guy whose apartment it was, and I could sense a bit of jealousy on his part. Eventually Walter pulled me. Gwen nibbled her way to the other breast, and licked it with the tip of her tongue. Beth moaned, and pushed her breast up towards Gwen’s mouth. Beth’s hands slowly touched Gwen’s shirt, wanting to give her the same pleasure. She lifted the shirt over Gwen’s head, and tentatively started to fondle her breast. She was nervous, scared, and excited, all at the same time. She knew this was the point of no return. She leaned over and gently drew the nipple into her mouth. Now Gwen was the one. The Queen nodded, letting her kilt drop back down. "When Ingaaahh… and I were going through the papers, weeee… found designs for a sss…mmmm… special saddle … harness. That fits a 'woody'… Since… since I had not… nnn… needed to use the woody I bought… for Inga… I… thought it would… keep me… happy." She moaned loud enough for the men to look back. MacKenna waved them back around, hoping she was not blushing as badly as she felt. "So, ye' have bin ridin' all day," she said quietly, "getting rutted. I wonder if anyone has noticed yet? You need more and pull me to my feet again before rolling my fishnet higher above my breasts. I feel your hands under my butt as you lift me off of the ground, allowing me to wrap my thigh high boots and stockings around you. I am lowered onto your generous staff while being turned and pressed to the cold, dark, windows. What a silhouette this must be outside, the window glare flexing ever so slightly while you raise and lower me with increasing speed as you.