I dressed real sexy but wore a long overcoat so I wouldn't be too obvious as I walked into his apartment building and up the stairs. A couple feet ins...de the door we started kissing passionately - we'd never really kissed at the club - and simultaneously undressed each other, leaving a pile of clothes right there. He had his hand in my pussy and I was rubbing his cock as our four-legged monster waddled over to the sofa. He pushed me down on the seat and knelt. "I want to eat you."I wasn't sure. Putting her blazer on the floor of my van then kneeling on it Sarah looks around and slowly undoes her shirt exposing her tight white push up bra "do you like that sir?,do you like my firm young breasts"she begins stroking and massaging her breasts,pulling her bra up and letting me see her full breasts.unable to wait any longer,i make sure the door is locked and unzip my jeans.my hard dick in my hand,Sarah gasps as i pull it out of my trousers."thats very big sir!,i dont think my little slit. Oh god Paul, I want you now, I’m so turned on.’ She lay back, knees bent and parted widely, there, nestling between her lovely thighs lay Virginia, pudenda swollen with desire, so hot, so hungry and overflowing with nectar. Paul, now as hard as a rock knelt between those hot thighs, Christine raised her legs offering an easy entry but Richard only nuzzled at the heavenly gates. ‘Please darling, don’t make me wait, don’t tease me, I have never wanted you so badly.’ Heeding her plea he lunged. "More laughed, and Asor was still grinning when he continued. "It's thispart that puzzles me, m'lord. By ancient curse of the Hags, no SarrasKing has sired a prince since, well since men can remember! But there'sno logic to when these contests are held. By custom, our princesses arebetrothed to some nobleman, and that man becomes the next King. Yet everyfew generations or so, the Hags mysteriously call a Challenge to choose anew King. Why? It doesn't add up." Are we to talk all day as women, or.