.." as her fingers landed on my clit, barely covered by any fabric and gave it a little tickle."I love how I can see almost everything..." her fingers...tracing it back up between my pulsating lips, my legs parting further."Oh, that's a lot better..." she found my steaming pool of nectar then slipped her fingers inside as moans escaped me. They slid in and out in a rhythm my body knew as if it wasn't the first time. "Does it feel good...?" she seductively asked knowing full well how much I was. Then she pressed a finger into his anal ring and pumped the shaft up and down. At once the cock reared and spewed a milky stream at the porcelain, followed by another and another yet. And with his cries still fresh in her ears, Lady Vernon coaxed out the last fading spurts with sticky fingers...oOo“How's the bottom doing, boy?” At the sound of her voice he jumped and spun round.“Oh. Lady Vernon. Um, on the mend, I guess.”“Good. Though you won't be back on a saddle just yet?”“No, ma'am.” It was. His mom was very nice, she was about five foot tall, nice boobs, black hair, and nice wide hips, big blue eyes. I remember one time Tim and I were sl**ping on the living room floor when she walked thru the room naked, I pretened to be asl**p, I got a great view of her boobs and bush. This night Tim had me over along with four other guys. His dad was out of town and his mom had gone out drinking with some of her friends. We had all gone swiming in Tim’s pool. The only lights that were on were. I would optimize a current copy of the host species for passing on genetically to my progeny to allow for survival trait selections.Ok, I also selected for aesthetics, I always have appreciated beauty and tried to find enjoyment in existence. Living streamlines life to it’s environment and purpose, but being beautiful as well is just because life is beautiful, and appreciates it’s self.Since my presence is so powerful, I have to shutter and filter the full effect with most people. I have always.