Got it?”Sultan didn’t understand, but when Claire slid her hand under his belly and rubbed his sheath, he grew excited. He liked this new human! �...�Bitch-Hand-Job,” Claire whispered into his ear, while she glanced up and down the path nervously.Claire felt his cock growing in her hand. “Bitch-hand-job,” she repeated. Soon, Sultan’s cock was engorged with blood. She was amazed at how thick it felt in her small hands.“Poor baby, I bet you have cum for ages!” Claire said. She began to stroke him up. They dismounted and tethered their mounts.“Where on earth is it then Guy?”He chuckled, “OK, better take my hand because it’s down a little slope through here.”Having slivered down a path, the pair emerged into a clearing where the structure stood.Hand in hand they stood taking-in the strangeness of the old building.The Lodge was a folly of sorts; a small conical tower against a small square hall, built with local flint and stone. The clearing it which it stood, was worn through ages of. She knows he loves her body and she loves allowing him to gaze at it. She watches his eyes as they fall from her shoulders, to her breasts, to her belly, down her hips and past her bare mound. His gaze falls down her thighs and calves and finally back up to her face. She steps forward putting her hands out for his. Taking his hands and placing them on her hips, he pulls her gently into him. His firm lips kiss just above her belly button and slowly the kisses fall. She takes his head in her. Her legs were spread and she was dripping wet. I wanted her so much and I was so hard for her. When she lowered herself onto my cock, I let out a loud gasp, the feeling was so intense! Pete said, "The persone on top can rock a bit to maintain the erection, but don't cum. The point of this exercise is to build your sexual stamina. Look deeply into your partner's eyes and hold the position."Karen demonstrated rocking her hips slowly on Pete's cock.I was amazed that when I gazed into Cindy's.