"Feel it, baby. Feel my dick in your pussy.I mean it, imagine the vagina is yours. Imagine the dick is mine. Let itgo."And he did.And it was wonderful....* * *It was Sunday, and the afternoon was easy.They sat in in outdoors' restaurant in the Garden District. She wasdrinkig a gin and tonic. He had a white wine. Belinda found that tellingand said so. "You really are a hair-dresser, aren't you?" she said."What do you mean?" You know. A florist. An interior decorator. A ballet instructor. Youknow, a. ‘All of my horses are turned out in groups of four to five. I have boarders that refuse to have their horses turned out. I have twenty brood mares of all different bloodlines, five breeding stallions and twenty to thirty colts and fillies waiting to be trained and/or sold. I then have my ten personal horses in direct training with me, and another twenty-five boarder horses. ‘Then my students combined have filled up their stable with their thirty horses. I only have ten students at a time. I am. I take your clitoris in my mouth with a sudden suck. My tongue licks around it, presses on it as I move my head from side to side, teasing your labia with the tip of my nose. Your scent is heady, exhilarating. I release your clitoris so that I can put my tongue into the waiting gateway of your vagina. Your juices are tangy, sexy, and creamy. I wish that I could force my tongue deeper inside you, to bring you to orgasm with it, but I am not, unfortunately, Gene Simmons. But I am doing ok, as I. I stepped out of them and was standing there with nothing on except my little red thong. His hands were all over by body and that sent a shock through from my head to my toes. He turned me around facing the bed, then bent me over I said I can't do this please! but he knew I was his for the taking. At this point his hands were on my ample ass massaging it, then he literaly ripped off my thong and threw it to the floor, he put 2 fingers in my Hot Soaking Wet Pussy and then said get ready I asked.