Without him thinking that i was just some sort of dog slut. I know he introduced me to Sebastian, i mean Bash, but he did leave it up to me whether i ...developed anything with this unusually oversexed large dog. This pussy licking from Bash went on, and on for days then weeks. Soon though I started thinking about what his cock would feel like, i had seen it poking out of his sheath like a deep red coloured lipstick . I mean that getting my pussy eaten was wonderful, but it did not replace a hard. Beware ... Astarte..."The sun sank to the west, long shadows spreading through town. We kept going, leaving it behind. None of us wanted to camp in the ruins. Ahead, the South Umpqua River gurgled happily, not caring that Queenie was sick. We reached a crossroad where, according to a faded sign, Grazley Bridge Road crossed Stage Coach Road. The bridge's footing could be seen a quarter mile ahead, but the span had collapsed into the river.We camped at the ruins. There were beautiful wildflowers.. “Hermy,” I said gently. “… Hermione?” I tried experimentally.“It’s Hermia,” she replied.“Nothing to do with JK Rowling then.”“We don’t speak that name,” she said sternly. “Not any more. I take her behaviour these days personally.”“Fair point,” I agreed.Then I had a thought that stopped me mentally in my tracks. “Hermia?” I tried to keep the incredulity out of my voice. “As in Hermes? And Aphrodite?”“Aphrodite is my middle name.” She sounded a little embarrassed.I could have laughed, but I knew. I noticed she was in a very aggressive mood…Laura dragged me to her bed and made me lie down naked.Her boobs were pushed hard against my body as she started to massage my dick in her soft hands. Her hard nipples felt good against my chest… She kissed me again, but now very softly.Then naughty little Laura told me she had a surprise for me; but first she would blindfold me. She brought a black silk scarf and put around my head, covering my eyes.I felt her naked body riding mine. Her wet pussy.