"Quickly, Priscilla mounted the pony. "I will," she promised."If you follow that dirt path down to the trees, there's a nice stream.Beauty likes to st...p there for a drink."She nodded vigorously, anxious to be on her way. With a gentle nudge ofher heels, she urged the pony forward. "C'mon, boy." She made aclucking sound, and they were off.Ben watched the happy teenager ride off. When she was beyond the fieldand skirting the grove of trees, he went inside the house. He hoped hisdaughter, Tammy,. She toyed with my hair briefly.I said, "I'm ready, dear."Maybe she would only want a sample, just to prove that I was willing.And then we could progress to what I wanted to do instead. My demandinglibido was eager to be satisfied. I brought my face down and forwarduntil my nose bumped against her trimmed pubic bush. My tongue came out,stretched, and found her soft nether lips. I began to lick, startled athow wet, even creamy she was, but credited it to her excitement.Besides, I'd never done. As soon as the drive began, the guy began gently toying with Vicky's skirt and blouse. Each time, Vicky would faintly protest saying "You two boys are terrible". As he continued, the sexual tension grew. After a mere ten minutes or so, I took a huge risk by saying "Vicky, why don't you make us both really happy and show us your pussy?" There was a pause and Vicky answered "You boys are bad... really terrible". Then, a moment later to our welcome surprise, Vicky dug her heels into the car. But I had to dissemble! Alice and I had many mutual friends to whom this rupture was unknown; we were therefore constantly meeting each other, and if I gave her the slightest hint of my intentions towards her, it would be fatal to the very doubtful chances of success that I had! And so successfully did I conceal my real feelings under a cloak of generous acceptance of her action that she had not the faintest idea (as she afterwards admitted to me) that I was playing a part.But, as the proverb.