My hips bucked against his tongue and hard beak. "Matar's big cock!" I cursed as the pleasure oared through me.The basilisk's hard beak pressed into m...y pussy, rubbing up and down. My folds burst with pleasure. My fingers clenched into the hard dirt of the path as I climaxed. The pleasure washed through me, drowning out my fears. I was left only with lust. The basilisk's tongue collected my juices as they gushed into its mouth."Damn!" I groaned. "Oh, damn! So good! Matar, yes!"Another orgasm. When we use to drink coffee together in the morning she use to tell me her sex experience how she was fucked by her tailor in the fields and in the lonely forest. She told me that she was fucked when she was in 9 standard and she had a nice curve boobs and a good fair ass. They use fuck in weekend on Saturday and Sundays. She even told me that once she called her up that she told him that she had to go to her mother sister place in the next town. The tailor said that he would like to join her. Kelly was not mentioned except in passing for the next few days. Mysoreness was gone by Saturday afternoon and I sat on the bike seat withno problem. Marsha and I were riding around the neighborhood when sheasked "Why did you never go out as Kelly?"I explained it was a mixture of fear of exposure and the fact that Iknew I would never be a persuasive woman. That and the fact the Kellyexisted in the home."Oh you could pass as a woman with a little practice," said MarshaI didn't reply trying to. Much like she did whenever they had sex, Sophia began to spread her legs apart, as widely as she could manage. Then, she dipped a finger down her cleft and sought out that little entrance into her quim. Her slick flesh was so hot that even she was surprised by it. The tip of her finger applied gentle pressure, and she easily dipped into her body, where the tightness of her pussy greeted her.It wasn’t nearly enough to please her.Another finger followed, and then a third, and she gasped! She felt.