’ As the implication of her words dawned on him she couldn’t contain her laughter. He dropped the whisk and oil, pulled her towards him again, lif...ed her shirt and buried his face in her stomach, then shoved his tongue into her navel. She squealed his name, begging him to stop. ‘No, no stop, it’s ticklish Richard,’ she said, grabbing him by the hair and using it to pull him away. He pushed her shirt over her bra, it was fitted enough that her bust was holding it up, then he grabbed her wrists. ”His head enter my mouth. My lips rolled his foreskin back and I tasted him. It was heavenly. I bobbed with wet suction on the first few inches before nodding like a machine over about 6 inches of thickening shaft. I cupped and gently caressed those two pool balls in a sock that harboured so much living sperm, waiting for me to savour.He grew and grew. I looked up at him to see his head raised and eyes closed. His open mouth agape in a reverie of sensory pleasures. I was a delight to please. " Shhh..." Sofia made a face and turned away from the guy to look once more at me. "No. I mean, the reason I found you was because of him. There's a connection between all three of us." I thought you said Paul snuck out on you?" I said, chewing slowly around a bit of pineapple."He didn't sneak out," she rolled her eyes theatrically. "He just wasn't there when I woke up." I dunno. Where I come from..." That's not the point anyway," Sofia ignored my grin and sing-song tone. "And I don't mean an. They descended to the field, one at the front, the herd of a half-a-dozen or so following. My breath caught as they soared downward, all the majesty of a horse combined with the gliding beauty of an eagle.The stallion touched down, neighing as he approached the clovers glowing purple, stained with our pussy juices. He breathed in, sniffing at the flowers. Then he munched on the clover, eating our pussy juices in the process.“We got him,” Aingeal said as something tingled through my pussy. Magic.