.. a brandy, thanks.”Donna was in her late thirties or early forties, slim with dark hair and dark grey eyes, which were appraising the other woman.... Without taking her eyes from Sheila, she flagged the bartender and ordered drinks for them both. Donna insisted on buying the drinks and invited Sheila over to her table.“I noticed you walking around the deck. Just getting some air? Or thinking about something?” inquired Donna.“Oh, it's nothing,” said Sheila.Donna smiled at her and said,. She pressed her hot, sloppy pussy down on my mouth. “Do it,” she hissed. “Make me cum with your mouth.” I tried to turn my head, but her strong thighs held me in place. She reached down and spread her hairy, sloppy lips. The smell was strong, the smell of hot, fucked pussy. The taste was stronger, much stronger than it had been a few minutes before when she pulled my face to her crotch. I realized it was because I was also tasting my own cum. I started to gag, but I was afraid if I threw up I’d. .."Toni! Its me James!... Relax sweetheart... You're alright... Shhhh... Shhhh... I'm so sorry..." Holding her doing his best at consoling the extremely frightened doll, shaking uncontrollably whimpering, sniffling, thankful it was he there protecting her in the vastness of this large house instead of someone there to do her bodily harm... James continuing to hold and caress, calming, soothing encouraging her return to her previous safe, trusting, carefree demeanor, never having intended doing. "I was stymied. Frozen. I had no idea how to react. I had never imagined doing anything of the kind with any one. I thought it only mattered to dogs. Yet, it wasn't altogether off-setting. In fact, his flattery and eagerness and the fact that I could make him happy like the humpy-leg dogs made me realize that it might be a new window opening to do even more of what I had always loved to do, only I would do it with guys as well as dogs. I could at least try it, couldn't I? If I didn't like it or.