"Isn't that Louise Whatsername?" she asked Mary. "You know, from North College?" Yeah, I think so. It's not the same Louise we knew — at least from ...er looks. Something's happened for her. She's looking good."Louise had, even on her better days, never been a fashion plate. Her clothes had generally been clean, but she never seemed at home in them; nothing seemed to match, nothing seemed quite correctly put together. She had tended toward rather ratty tee shirts, ill-fitting jeans and grungy. I would love him and raise his children and never nag him or fight with him like my mother does with Father. It’s why he spends so much time in the village. I wouldn’t be anything like her. I wouldn’t cuckold him, either.”“Of course you wouldn’t,” I purred. “That’s why you’ll make such a wonderful sex slave.”“But—”“He’s engaged to marry a princess,” I told her.Her eyes widened. “A princess?”“Princess Ava, the daughter of Prince Meinard. They love each other. They’re already promised. And he. I was REALLY taken off guard. Youhave no idea what it’s like to put a horse cock to yourlips and look down a cock that size. It was just anunbelievable experience for me. When the first spurt came, it splashed against mytonsils and filled my mouth instantly. I greedilyswallowed it down and thought about how cool that was.I was really getting into rubbing the face with mytongue when the second spurt came. It rushed into mymouth and dripped from the corners. I was gettingturned on now. This. I wanted to be well prepared for our session dear’. She smiled and then spat on her hands and started giving me a hand job. I knew her skills as she kept lubricating her hands with her spit and was enjoying this while concentrating on my driving. She was slowly jerking my dick and then she suddenly bent down and took it in her mouth.I was in heaven. Never had I been given a blow-job while driving. I asked her to be gentle as I was scared and did not want to meet with an accident in my.