"Priscilla hands were now on my bottom and her gentle kneading of my bumcheeks was so exhilarating. I opened my legs so she could get to my innerthigh.... And with my hard clitty now hanging down I waited excitedly tillPriscilla would get to my inner thighs."Ohhh my darling how is that, heavenly, mmmm?" Ooh yes Priscilla it's so wonderful, are you trained in massage?" Yes my darling I am, and what do you do for a living?" Oh I have a boring job at a bank." If you transition you could get. .just...made to be covered in cum and fucked...I needto be fucked in the ass...I'm a slut only good for cock...your cockWendy...oooohhh..." Oh, Clair, yes, you are...uh uh uh...I'm so deep now, you're so hot,tight and wet, uh...nearly there..." Wendy speeded up now, grabbing myhips with both hands and pounding me mercilessly, over and over,faster, harder. Then she took one hand off my hips and grabbed my cockand started stroking it, her hand slipping up and down, milking me. Sheslowed down her. His eyes roved everywhere alert and vigilant for the prized game as well as the hidden dangers, listening to the subdued and sleepy murmurs of forests and open fields, reading signs and sounds like reading a book. When a sound came to him, he didn’t just hear it, but would know the sound and from where it came.Every time he was out in the wild, he relied more and more on his senses of sight, sound and smell. They had always been there, but seemed to have atrophied living in an artificial. Once spring was in full bloom, we went back to the OhioRiver and headed east. We spent this summer exploringthe rivers east of the Tennessee, then back to KentuckyLake for another winter. This winter was a little colderthan the previous one had been. So we decided to takethe Tennessee river south, to get into warmer weather.Karen was getting a little (quite a lot) tired of livingon the boat, and was making noises like a disgruntledwife. I was getting the feeling that a divorce couldenter the.