” She worked her hand up and down only fast enough to keep him hard. No reason at all for him to cum yet, she thought. She threw her legs over his. ...he wasn’t quite strong enough to really pin him down, but tied down the way he was, she could keep him from moving too much. She began to concentrate on his head, adding another bit of cool lube. His hips began their own little dance as she rubbed his head in circles. With her thumb she rubbed up and down on that one particular sensitive ridge. I also had a list from the Colonel’s daughter with a number of female necessities that were supposed to be for her and the only female survivor of Geronimo’s recent raid. She whispered in my ear that the widow called Jodie was still humping her father day and night and that the sounds of their love-making reminded her of the animals in the barn instead of two perfectly civilized human beings. Of course, her descriptions would never fail to send me into a lust-driven frenzy of humping taking her. ’ ‘Keep looking at me. Know that it’s your Toby between your legs.’ She didn’t respond to that, other than beginning to absentmindedly stroke my hair. ‘You are the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen. You taste beautiful.’ I tongued out. Her hips were beginning to gently gyrate against my face, coating my cheeks with her liquid heat. I still hadn’t touched her clit yet. That was all about to change. ‘I want you to come on my face. Come as hard as you can on my face.’ ‘If you keep that up I’m going. The entrance was a single pine wood door in one corner of the building. Above the door was a large wooden sign featuring a painting of a Furling Vixen, down on all fours, with her bottom and tail raised high in the air. Above the vixen, the name of the establishment was painted in bold green letters; this was the Hightail Inn."Nice place, you picked, Master Frelic," Hansen chittered, admiring the architecture and especially the sign. "And I swear, that Vixen on the sign looks remarkably like.