It was a longer way home because it let me out on the far side of the property, but it was the nearest exit and I wanted to get the fuck out as quickl... as possible. My temper was still boiling and I didn't want to say, or do, anything in front of a lot of people that I could regret in the future.As I marched home, I contemplated what had just occurred. I had heard Jack tell Grace that he was going to keep her bra and have her blow him later. Then I found Grace at the party, braless, which was. That was an aspect of life in Kobekistan which had escaped my notice. I knew, of course, that the highest order of chivalry here is the Royal Huntsmen, but I never realised that there was a hunt." Oh, yes. A very fine sight these local dignitaries make in English hunting pink on fine horses. The only way you would know it wasn't the Quorn or some other English meet is that all the Kobekistanis are excellent riders. That and the hounds, of course." The hounds, Sir?" We use pure-bred Irish. It’s the nicest thing in the world, to wake up in the morning holding someone and being held. I was toasty-warm and sooo relaxed. I would have loved to keep lying there for hours. The only problem was a mouthful of hair. That wasn’t too hard to deal with. While I was doing that I noticed a little puddle of drool on Dan’s arm, just where my head was – how embarrassing! I used the edge of the sheet to dry Dan’s arm, then snuggled back into the side of his chest.I couldn’t see a clock so I had no. Her thighs were soft and pale.He dipped his head low, and began kissing the bottom of her pussy, and then began to lick her. He was in no hurry. Every time he licked inside her slit, a burble of cunt juice would trickle into his mouth. She tasted divine. He nudged gently upward, towards her clit, licking with abandon, but softly. Finally probing underneath the hood, he found her clit was nearly as big as one of her nipples, and touching it with his tongue made her twitch. He worked back down to.