” I poured a little bubby on her pussy and licked it up before it could run onto the couch. She moaned and drew a sharp breath. She laid one leg ...over the arm of the couch, and I dipped my tongue again into her juicy slit, exploring gently for her clit. She moaned again. I put my lips over her hood and sucked gently, and she began to pant. I reached up to fondle her tits and found her hands already at work. I glanced up and saw that she was kneading them, pinching her nipples to keep them. The crowd of femininity applauded lustily as he was swiftly trussed, their enthusiasm for what was to come, enhancing the pleasured sensations coursing through her lover’s cunt as she massaged it, the horsewoman looping a cord about his neck, then pulling him back with one hand, grabbed his already erect cock with the other. Whispering in his ear to ensure he knew 100% just who it was that had caught him, she masturbated his manhood vigorously, all the time taunting him on how his ex partner. I had been mucking out the cowshed one morning, and when I returned to the kitchen, I found a young attractive lady sitting there talking to Jean.She was introduced to me as Mrs. Angie Drake. She was about 25 and slim with nice features, long blonde hair and quite a pleasant personality. Her and her husband was my tenants in Lower Hill farm which was the other side of the railway line. I was quite intrigued with her, and in talking found that she had been a second officer in the WRNS, but. While I thought I sounded silly, at least I could managea passable woman's voice for a while.What I had the most trouble with were her lesson on deportment. It wasso easy to forget that now I couldn't pick my teeth, sit with my legsspread, or go into the men's room. She reminded me over and over againnot to be aggressive, to let the guy make all the decisions, to besubmissive. It galled me. I hated this. At least now I had a slightlybetter understanding of what women have to put up with. I made.