I don’t remember him, at all,” Silmaria said with a soft sigh as she rested her chin on her knees and curled her tail around her feet. “My Mothe...r said he was a hunter and a warrior and a follower of Gnari Shamanic traditions, back when they were young and still lived with their people. When they came to live with the Humans, father traded the animals he killed and sold pelts and leathers, and made trinkets and decorations made from claw and horn and bone. “After my father died, Mother worked. "And then he suggested that I should be the one to remove Mike's trousers... before he got on top of me." She relished the phrase, letting it linger expectantly on her tongue.Another twitch by my uncontrollable cock; Another laugh came from Sue."And finally, he suggested that I take Mike's trousers while we are both standing and then we get on the couch." She smiled, then bit her lower lip. "So, you see, we had quite a few alternatives to explore. Before he got on top of me, as I said." She. "I want that Morgan's cock in my cunt, he's got the biggest. Once he's in and fucking me good, bring that Appaloosa to my head and let him throat fuck me. Now, where can this happen?" she asked."Next stall has hay bales at the right height covered with a blanket to keep you off the straw itself. I've talked to a medical supply manufacturer and can get hospital gurneys custom made that will lock the women at the right height and strap them down so they aren't shoved around. Then I'm going to. I stopped to latch onto his ass so I could pull him deep into my throat. The ladies loved this as they let out another cheer. I worked my tongue as well as I could under the head of his cock. For a brief second, I even stopped just to glance upward and say, "I want every drop of you inside of me."With that, the man grabbed my head to steady it, and started pistoning his cock in and out of my mouth. I felt like such a submissive whore for this man. Not just the man, but my wife and these women.