Instead all I could see was the Glaslyn valley and a sheet of cloud. Porthmadog was sitting sulking in the last of the winter afternoon's light at the...other end of The Cob. I looked along the causeway that the road shared with the narrow gauge railway that once hauled slates down from the Ffestiniog quarries to the coast and now hauled tourists. There wasn't another car in sight.I drove on across the Cob and through Porthmadog, past Criccieth with its castle overlooking Tremadog Bay. It seemed. Better than those sun-kissed Caribbean slave girls.He kissed her inviting lips, licked her open mouth, sucked her slithering tongue.And those breasts.“O beautiful, sumptuous fruits,” he exclaimed.She touched his clothes, trying to find out how to remove them. He kissed her wet forehead and quickly took his clothes off. He lay on top of her, his legs straddling her tail, his skin rubbing against her scales. He held her tight, feeling her wonderful body against his, his face in her hair.He. Her dress drew up a bit to where he was able to see her panties. He definitely enjoyed the view of her bending over in the car , panties showing, and a cock in her mouth.“That is a good answer,” he replied as he felt her mouth engulf his shaft. He felt her tongue swirl around his cock."Mmmmmmmhhhh,” was her only answer as she knew she didn’t have much time left. She licked up and down the shaft hungrily. She forced his cock down her throat and didn’t even gag. All while he was driving, in the. For my sixteenth birthday, she gave me my first orgasm. Last year I unwrapped a vibrator, which has become a common toy in our play times. With such great gifts in the past two years, I had no idea what she could possibly have in mind for my eighteenth. I couldn't resist asking though. "Well, where is it?" "Oh, you won't get it until tonight. By the way, you're staying at my house tonight." She replied with her devious smile giving the last clue that I was in for some sexual fun this evening..