Trees provided plentiful shade. A fountain in the center of the plaza flowed a gentle rain into its pool.“My goodness, Colonel. It reminds me so ver... much of the Ruis Hacienda. An oasis in this dry land.”“Please, Mrs. Jackson, call me Joshua. I feel that the animus Obie has towards me doesn’t need to be echoed between us.”“I agree, Joshua. You must call me Clara, also.”Patting her hand, Joshua replied, “A pleasure, Clara.As their conversation continued, Colonel Anderson led his guest through. His balls were pressed hard against her ass as he held himself within her, the hot, tight confines of her pussy threatening to suck the cum from him prematurely. With great effort, Jim withheld his release, drawing away from her slowly, then brutally thrusting into her once more. Her fingers gripped tightly to his upper arms and her nails dug into his well-tanned flesh. Her head was thrown back as heavy groans of ecstasy escaped her sweet pink lips.Over and over, Jim thrust into her, adhering. I knelt before her, head bowed as I thought that I should show some deference to her. While kneeling there she parted her legs to show me her heaven, without knickers on and now fully shaven, something we had talked about before but she had never shown any inclination to do. ‘While your clitty, that’s what they call your cock when you are dressed as a sissy, is of no use to me and locked away, I must have my pleasure so you will learn to use your tongue on me. As she stretched and changed positions, the button came undone, exposing her nipples and much of the ivory domes of firm flesh beneath them. I couldn't help imagining Michael's hands on them. She gathered the sides together and buttoned it again, but not before she caught me looking."You're ogling me again. Do you want to have sex?"When I didn't answer right away, she looked over at me and said, "You're thinking about me and Michael again, aren't you? While you're watching me?"I confessed I.