” He felt like he was chattering nervously.“Yes miss, I would.” He’d taken his shirt off and Dave noticed his muscles.“Let’s get out of ...his sun” and Dave started walking to the servant’s quarters and waited at the door until Santiago followed after the slightest hesitation.“Let’s leave this door open, so people won’t talk.” He smiled and went over to the couch and sat down. Santiago followed appraising the situation. They took a sip of their lemonade and Dave put his down on the coffee. . after that, the sensations start to melt together as energy goes into pumping away and whatnot.Oral is kinda the same, except that... for me, there's this "It's a vagina! It's where I belong!" sort of primal emotion to it too. Sure, a tongue and mouth might be able to do more inventive things, and I don't wear myself out, but there's something about pumping away, pushing yourself towards a woman's womb with your penis -- instinct is STRONG and it knows what it wants.A guy may honestly say "I. She was getting very horny. Even Harold was beginning to appeal to her again.Mr. Smith let her borrow a T-shirt and they found a pair of running shorts somewhere that weren't too big. The neck of the shirt came almost down to her naval and if she wasn't careful, one or both of her titties would pop out for anyone to see. Mr. Smith gave her a quick inspection and nodded. Then he took her shopping.Alex came back from shopping subdued and thoughtful. It had been an experience like she hadn't. This was supposed to be a simple, no-excitement run, as the trip down in the spring had been. She’d expected the return trip in the late fall, a few weeks before the snows fell, but first she’d been recalled and now sent back early to retrieve the princess. There had been no reason given and she had not asked; the orders came straight from the Queen with the First of the First standing at her side.Her orders were simple for all their complexity: Come to the summer palace at Cava early, pick up.