Her hands were busy exploring my body. I leaned down and took a nipple into my mouth. She sucked in her breath sharply, as I nibbled gently on her nip...le. I ran my hands over her panties and grabbed her ass. She arched her back a bit and I felt her jerk slightly. I moved over to her other breast and suckled on it for a while. She lowered her arms and let me have my way with her body. I kissed up and down her body from head to toe. I traced her panty line with my tongue. I could smell her. I finger-fucked her for a moment and then put my fingers in her mouth. She sucked it too.Then she forced my head down to her cunt. I started licking and sucking her again. I sucked it for a few minutes when her juices filled my mouth. I drank it all. Aah! It was salty a bit, but so good that I felt wanting it more.I moved up kissing her navel, her stomach, to her cleavage. I rolled my tongue in her cleavage and was pressing her breasts at the same moment. She was moaning loudly now.I started. I’ll leave the back door open for you.” I headed up to the local hardware store, my mind swirling with the possibilities of what could transpire over the next few hours. I slipped back into Donna and Harold’s kitchen, repair section in hand and with my tool box in the other. Donna was nowhere to be seen. I stepped out to the front of the house and used my meter key to open the cover to the water meter. I turned off the water to the house. I slipped under the sink and loosened the offending pipe. The drummer was a sports fan, and was an avid collector of ponygirls. He had a field track outside his mansion, where he spent a lot of his free time sitting in his little speed-designed carriage, holding a riding whip and feeling the wind in his hair as he was pulled by his well-trained team of naked bridled girls, running monotonously as trained around and around the track in the sun. Sometimes he even liked to go for a ride around the track in the heavy rain, putting on his warmest clothes.