Charlie was aware that men used their own shit as fertiliser and left it in pits to ferment and dry and their smell was much worse than any centaurs c...ap! Now inside the lounge area Corrina sank to her haunches on the worn carpet while Charlie stood close to lean over for a passionate kiss. In this position it was much easier for her to work on his penis with her lips, tongue and fingers till he was well hard and ready to fuck. They then moved back to the stable, Corrina,s tail up in the air to. Fuck it was so hot. I looked up at her face, but her head was back, eyes seemingly closed, as she caressed her own neck with her hands. I looked back down, surveying for any signs of wetness and I thought I might have seen a little something, but then I looked down into her panties and oh my God that was hot. Goo, clear and thin, stringing itself between a little shiny dark spot in the base of her panties and the meaty opening of her cunt lips. My heart pounded even harder, realizing I was. He reached up with his hands to feel the twin lumps onhis breast formed by his padded bra.Rising to go to the bathroom he found it a further delight to slip intohis satin robe and slide his feet into the matching satin slippers. Theview of himself as he passed the dressing table mirror prompted him totake the wig from its form and place it back on his head. When hefinished on the toilet, (he had sat to protect the skirt of his gown),he retrieved his now dry panties from the towel bar and drew. "I'm going for a walk," she said. She disconnected from Reflet, puttingthe avatar on autopilot. "Please don't torture my avatar without need."One of her default personalities was Reflet. "Consider that avatar anextension of me. Because it is, in many ways. Don't suspend the tests,just...." Yara used a fey gesture she'd learned recently. It was a kata,expressing the fey equivalent to existentialism.Yara sat at the end of the dock with her feet in the water. She'd takenher boots off to examine.