I reached out to steady my shaking body against that cum-coated tree. I didn't squirt nearly as much as the first time, but my erotic eruption felt ne...rly as good. I shook the last dangling drops of evidence off my shrinking stiffie onto the ground. After catching my breath for a minute, my still trembling hands pulled up my underpants, then my shorts. When i came out from behind that tree, he was there still looking and licking.He looked up at me, gave me a kind of doggy smile, then hobbled. " Do you think I'm sexy?" Yes, ma'am." Maybe you would like to see me dressed like that girl on the 'Miss Carriage' bomber." I don't think the word dressed is what you mean, Mrs. Baldwin." You're right, Derrick," and she seductively began unsnapping her blouse, then her skirt, then turned asking Derrick to unhook her bra. He fumbled a bit, but got the job done revealing the kind of tits both man and boy dream about. Lace panties, a garter belt, nylons and shoes still remained. Derrick had no. " She said with a sly grin.Lauren looked so hot after ten years. The years had obviously been good to her. She had gained a bit of weight, but in a good way. It all seemed to have settled in her breasts and hips, filling out her shapely figure. She was dressed sort of funky casual with a denim skirt and denim vest. She wore white sneakers and white socks with pink lace trim that matched the pink gloss polish on her nails. I was intoxicated by those big blue eyes, just like I had been as a. Plus those of the herbalist, the poisoner, the surgeon, the healer, the torturer, the spy, the courtesan, the linguist, the scribe, and the cryptologist, and a few others, which each messenger chooses for herself, according to her talents and her likings. And, of course, the skills of the diplomat, and those of the military commander, though this, the most deadly of her skills, is the one that she hopes never to have to use. A messenger cannot walk through a closed door, but she can pick almost.