The lightning struck so constantly that the night was transformed into day by the flashes and none within could hear themselves think, let alone hold ... good conversation over the din. Out of that downpour and cacophony road a single stranger, into the inn's coachyard, atop a dripping and bedraggled white steed, whose head was stooped and who clearly wished to be out of the rain this very instant at least as much as their rider. The traveler dismounted, opened the door to the stables, and handed. It was amazing. After dinner the three of them headed to the living room for drinks. They sat on the couch putting Erik in the middle. After a few drinks things started loosening up. Jess started kissing Erik’s neck and began to lick his ears. Erik was trying to readjust so the bulge in his pants wouldn’t show. With his cock getting harder it was getting hard to conceal. Jess kept kissing him and rubbing him. Easing her hand up his stomach she relieved him of his shirt. Amber was watching her. I saw Jamie looking at us with a smile as hepulled me in tight. My skirt was so short and could see my wife and herfriend giggling at us. He was taller than me even with my heels. I couldalso feel his manhood down there. I have never been held like that as weswayed to the music. He said I looked very pretty and my Jamie was proudof me. When we finished he gave me a kiss and said he had permission todo that. I was having mixed emotions. After the party Jamie said she andGreg were leaving in. Edgar is a mule."The girl stood staring first at Helen, then at Erik and then back to Helen for almost an entire minute before the light of comprehension dawned in her eyes. The blush exploded across her cheeks in considerably less time, but Helen swore she could feel the heat of it from where she stood several steps away."A ... a mule?" She stammered.Erik nodded. Helen tilted her head and shrugged her shoulders."I am afraid that is the truth of it. Edgar is one of Khalid's pack mules." Oh ....