I smiled at her. Now I had to have some of her. Gently I beckoned her to stand and, as she rose, I laid her back against the conference table. Her leg... parted before I even touched her and I could see I panties were dripping wet. Once again my cock pulsed at this wonderful sight. As I kissed her stomach she started to remove her bra. The closer I got to her dripping pussy the more I could smell her. The more I could smell her the more I wanted to taste her. As I kissed the top of her pubic hair. The people in the other houses around the lake. The people in Wakefield and Reading and Stoneham. The people in Boston and Augusta. Pretty much all the people in New England were strong enough to feel individually. Further than that and it was just a sea of emotion, which thankfully managed to cancel itself out as a blanket of emotional white noise.At first it was an on or off proposition, a little like what I'd gone through as a toddler when the gifts began manifesting themselves. By the time. .. he might have been fingering me too” She laughed at her own description.Now I have always had a bit of a cum fetish... but Drea is not a cum slinger, much to my disappointment, which is one of the beauties of the lifestyles because Drea is able to gift me with playing with girls who *are* cum slingers. So I coyly asked: “So, did you spit or swallow” She slapped me jestingly: “You’d be proud of me... I let it pour out of my mouth, down on to my breasts and played with it..” She paused.. “Then. He said that he understood and would not be coming with the next load.Other of the ranchers had come with their cattle and we threw them a feast, had a party for the drivers and ranch hands, tequila and cervezas flowed, along with 'bifsteaks, frijoles, ensaladas, y tortillas' and merriment were the order of the day each time we had a big shipment come in. Not so with Quernado and his guys, unfortunately. However, on Quernado's second shipment, we did throw a big fiesta for his drivers, once I.