We are, each of us, individuals with our own needs, our own desires and our own thoughts. We just want to ask you if you could try to accept that and ...try to treat as us individuals and not as a collective whole.’ Perhaps she had spent too much time trying to treat her children equally. She did not want to be one of those mothers who played favorites. She never had. Suddenly, out of the blue, she remembered when she was 12 and her parents had taken her siblings and herself to the county fair.. Your hips begin to move in time with my tongue. "Please", you say, "please lick me all over, up and down, over and over. Nibble it, bite it........please", you groan. I am ready and do exactly as you say swirling your nub around my mouth. Tonguing the tip with rapid flicks. Sucking and licking hard. Nibbling and softly biting you enlarged bud. You are rocking back and forth in my mouth furiously now. I take my index and middle finger and thrust them into your wet wet hole. You squeeze them. "I smiled and made sure I could reach the pistols before relaxing with her on me, "if you knew Slith like I do you would know they are more then capable of making sure I could."She turned her head to look at me, "how do you know them?"I looked above us at the darkening sky, "we found a few of these hunting ... camps they make. The slith never survived to go to a prison."Caylith put her head down, "you are a warrior."I smiled to myself and hugged her, "sleep."I woke to the chuf of a large feline. It helps me concentrate."He hardly drank while he was with us, a glass of wine at dinner, and a few beers when Jose, Jerry, and I took him fishing on Jerry's pontoon boat. He was fascinated with the horses, and I took him riding a few times.He nearly fell down laughing when he saw my 'horse'. The girls and Jose got it for my birthday last year. He was huge, sixteen and a half hands, a golden Palimino color, and he was also a mule, the result of a union between a Mammoth Jack burro and a.