I guess it would reflect directly if you were near the edge of the pond.I was amazed at how fast the little beggars traveled from the pond to the dish.... I had put the dish down under the Cuthbert's vine, about five feet away and five of them covered the distance in less than a minute. I stood there and watched as they looped over the edge of the dish and put their faces in the milk to drink. I was fascinated, (slugs are not supposed to do this sort of thing.)While I was watching the five. As the days of Fall became shorter and the temperature began to drop regularly, the girl found she had become a virtual servant. Sierra now did all the cooking, laundry, and housecleaning as well as grooming the horses. She longed for her grandmother.One evening, after Sierra, had cleared and washed the dishes, Cathy decided she wanted a prelude to the night's sexual odyssey with Dahlgrin and her fantasy lovers. It wasn't that she didn't find her daughter exciting, though a horse screwing slut,. . The time passed slowly as they affirmed their commitment to each other.Eventually the petting drifted back to sexuality. Jim was lying on his back and Cindy sitting on the bed by his hips, lightly stroking his penis with one hand while brushing the fingertips of her other hand against the skin of his sac. They were both looking at each other's eyes and smiling, and then Cindy's smile broke into a big grin. She wetted her lips and lowered her head, engulfing his erection in his mouth.Jim. Licking him clean. I felt his cock pulsating as my tongue swept back and forth. From his circumcised bell to the tips of his hairy sacks. I didn't miss an inch. Excitement coursed through me. I was enjoying being a cocksucking whore.My phone began to vibrate in my bag. Although I knew it was John, I didn't answer. As I didn't want to risk missing out on the opportunity. I simply leaned forward, opened my mouth and took Blake whole. Or at least I tried. It felt alien to me. Intrusive. I usually.