‘Ok, no problem’ but her whole body language told me she felt as dejected and as frustrated as me.Packing quickly, I urged her quickly to the door...apologised and then she told me she would send the quote over, some other images she had and would call me if I didn’t mind. By now I was really panicking and hurried her out the door. I stood at the window and just as she put her bag in her car she looked up and looking dejected drove off just as my partner pulled up on the driveway. I could feel. At some point I felt my legs turn and C'har slip under me. Then next thing I knew he/she was licking at my own pussy as I licked and tasted his/her own. Wave after wave hit me as I came over and over. C'har's tongue began to move deeper inside me, and I felt it change into something very familiar, but just as it was about to enter deep into me, I felt it hit a barrier. C'har move his/her shape changing tongue back a little and I moaned in desire. I wanted him/her to fill me; I wanted to. “May the goddess smile upon you.”Rebecca boarded the night train for London’s King’s Cross station. It was not a peaceful journey. The night train made frequent stops for local commuters, even late in the night. With each jarring bounce, Rebecca cradled her tender hand more carefully. She hugged her walking stick, now her wand, as she was bounced into and out of a restless sleep in which visions of Wesley in a vast temple plagued her.Friday, 12 August 1955, London, EnglandRebecca arrived at. " I kept waggling my glistening pussy at them, invitingly. Well, I'm guessing it was glistening because I was so wet by then I could have fucked the Abominable Snowman. "I say that's a great idea," Adam agreed. "Seven strokes each, then the other one gets a turn." If you insist," said Max. "But I don't think I can look at that beautiful twat for much longer without getting stuck in." Will one of you PLEASE make a move?" I sighed pointedly. "My pussy's getting kinda cold, here!" Again I cheekily.