I watched as she extended her tongue and ran it all over the full length of my dormant cock. When she was through with the side facing her, she lifted... it off my thigh and attacked the other side. Soon, she had licked up the final stray ribbons of my cum and her own sticky juices. As she finished, she slipped her lips back over the spongy head and with her hand wrapped around the shaft, started to bob her head once again as her tongue swirled and played over the sensitive membranes of my. A dark episode was about to engulf us, an episode I shall not relate here, but for those with a strong constitution I have related it elsewhere in my memoir "Feeding Time."After the excitement, I returned to find both spigot assemblies sewn neatly to their saddles I assumed they had been done by the nimble fingers of Manser's native girls but Msala told me she herself had done the stitching, and so all that remained was a live test.Manser brought the Giraffe, he had already strapped the saddle. She loves my bad girl looks with T-shirts and tight leather pants. We hug each other as I take her waist and our lips meet in a crushing kiss. Her arms snake about my shoulders and we close our eyes, getting engrossed in the mutually felt warmth. I roam my hands over the curves of her back and down to her ass-cheeks. I'm tempted to knead them, for they are massive and supple like her tits.I never hesitate to remove her close-fitting dresses before having sex. It depends on my mood whether I may. This was a gift, and he kept thinking he should pinch himself. “Dang, Frosty,” he said to his white husky. “I should wish for a million dollars while I’m at it!” and tousled the dogs hair. “What should I fix, dude?” He always talked to Frosty as though he was human. “Whatever it is, it can’t be beans!” he laughed to himself. “That’d be a show stopper, wouldn’t it?” Frosty wagged his tail and followed Pete around the kitchen as he cleaned it up and planned his menu. He had Cornish game hens, and.