Raising himself up to stand taller, Bob also reached out and picked me up. One tentacle holding each of my arms and legs and one wrapping around my wa...ist before slowly snaking back up to my mouth. While a bit embarrassing I eagerly let it back in my mouth. Also embarrassing was my raging hard on from so far very little effort on his part. “Alyssa certainly was not lying about this part of you.” Bob chuckled as one of his small tentacles wrapped around it and began to slowly stroke it. This was. Horse riding does the most wonderful thing to your vaginal muscles, it hardens and conditions them, makes them tighter and more efficient at gripping, as the whole exercise of riding, even on saddles, is about gripping with your thighs, so when I say he came into me, dead centre, he actually just hit then glided out along my moist labia and hit my clitoris and started humping like a man possesed. I think he thought he was inside me enjoying the fruits of my girlhood, but I was holding his. The moment she put it in her mouth i got out of control. Uuuuhhhhh! She was a great sucker. She enjoyed my cock for 12 minutes. I was on cloud nine for those 12 minutes. Now i was getting mad. So picked her up into my arms and placed her on the table. She quickly realized my condition and opened her bra. She had tight boobs of basketball size. I sucked them like a hungry dog. She enjoyed every bit of it.Now I placed my cock on her pussy and she moaned in joy. The moment i penetrated into her. "I had always found Jack's war stories to be boring, but this yarn had me completely enthralled. "So if I understand you correctly, in return for you keeping your mouth shut about yesterday in the garage, you want to make me your personal sex slave?" I questioned."Slave is such a harsh word. It's really a match made in heaven. You crave cock. I crave servicing. We live next door and we have my shed as our own sexual oasis. Which part of that doesn't make perfect sense?"To be honest, it did make.