She was beautiful. Her outer labia were swollen and puffy and pink and as bare as the day she came into this world. I thought about her confession and... wondered how many times over the years she’d touched herself while thinking of me and this night. I hoped I shone like those fantasies deserved.I settled myself into a comfortable position and started to kiss and lick her thighs, starting from the inside of her knees and working my way up past the tops of her stockings to her core. She was. The flesh is smooth but in the struggle the fabulous bunnies are trying to escape and I have to help them. I rip her bra off with such force that the straps bite into her shoulders. My cock is now extra huge and I rub it against her thigh. Stand up I say, ‘fuck off’ is what she says but she begins to stand up anyway. Her tits are perfect and I can tell that even now she is proud of them. ‘What are you going to do’ she asks. My reply does not shock her but she has to keep up the pretence. I’m. Moments later, our lips touched. Her tongue slipped into my mouth and soft moans started flowing past my lips as we passionately started making out. I dont know how long we kissed. All I know is that arousal coursed through my veins by the time our lips finally parted. But that wasnt all that had changed. My steed was gone, as were my clothes. I now stood before the beautiful centaur, naked from head to toe while the sweet smell of pre-cum rose up from my slit. She towered above me, hooves. ." Megan struggled momentarily for a word before she settled on, "guys ... I suppose." Step in the right direction." Sandy grinned. "Just have to work on looking like I care less."Looking like she cared less was much harder than Sandy had supposed. Taking less time with her appearance made her look more like a woman, whereas taking too much just amplified the metro look. She took every opportunity to scan the internet for techniques, trying each one in the mirror to varying degrees of success..