I had always known that she had rather nice legs below the knees and now I could see that they were just as sexy above them! I also realised that due ...o the current heat-wave, she was not wearing tights or stockings! I also noted that she wore pale pink cotton knickers!!!As we drove down the road I told her where we were going and what I wanted her to do when we got there. I knew this would present her with no problems. It was something she would have done many times when she was younger and in. I shuddered. With a growl, I ripped my cock out of her snatch, my dick aching, throbbing, begging to be back in her.But I controlled my lusts. They didn't own me.“We need information, pixie-slut,” I panted.“No, no, give me cum,” she panted, wiggling her hips, her head shaking from side to side, “Now!” She had all the petulance of a bratty child. Her little legs drummed on the ground. “I need it in me!”“Tell me what I want to know,” I told her, rubbing my cock against her hairless cunt, sliding. “How many instruments do you play?” she didn’t look at me, just at the guitar. “About 5” I replied humming again. “That was beautiful you know Ty; would you do something for me tonight?” I looked at Nikkie. I didn’t know what she wanted so I just replied with “Sure, What?” I stood and knelt down, and put Poseidon back into the bag, and halfway through zipping up, Nikkie’s hand Held mine so I couldn’t zip it up any more, then she leant forward and whispered in my ear, “Make love to me”. My mind. The prize of the pantry turned out to be a gallon of hot, gravy-thick stew topped with plump dumplings and packed with cubes of rich, succulent venison seasoned in a blend of traditional spices and wild and flavorful plants.The Zen of Excellence guided almost every undertaking of the Sisterhood. Chores were opportunities to shine rather than drudgery. Computer-generated to-do lists were both random and democratic. In addition to our assigned jobs, we were also expected to give at least thirty.