Hepulled out one after the other- each trumped the last in their promise,by revealing or concealing parts of a boy's body, to the watcher ofhomosexual... pleasure."Oh, Erica, they're gorgeous!" murmured Paul, before turning, heartthumping, to the furs. These were of many sorts, colours, lengths anddesigns; there were furs for every sexual occasion, from little shrugs ofmink to add to some sexy little dress or babydoll nightie, right the waythrough to huge, long coats in sable, fox, coyote, mink. ‘Yes my kitten ‘ she growled. Suckling my vagina deeply. Her Warmth now high up my vagina.circling me in kisses a flame. Twirling her tongue gently biting me higher and higher.as she stroked and suckling my vagina softly warmed my insides.. rubbing softly biting gently. Snuggling close to me. Dark kisses blanketed my breast as she caressed me gently. Deepthroating me in soft warmth .stroking my nipple gently.rubbing my vagina slowly.gently. Her toungue, now high in me.. "Who's there?" Morag, remember her?" Of course I do. How is she? Was she there?" Yes and that's why she's here." Go on, my darling man. Tell me." Well, yes, she was there looking as lovely as ever (dig in the ribs) but a bit out of sorts. You know how she's normally bouncing with life?" Yes!" Well, she seemed a bit piano and came to find me after about half an hour of the reception and said "Safe haven." Go on" I sensed that she was in need of help of some sort." Ye-es!" So I took her out for. It was bedlam as we all greeted each other. Mary, Andy’s mother, Bert’s mistress and my kitten, had been holding down the fort while we were gone. I had arranged for Mary to have everything ready to go to Aspen. She had already taken a load of necessaries down, purchased groceries and opened the house for our arrival. The four of us loaded what we needed to take in the Bronco, locked the ranch house and headed back on the road.The conversation as we traveled was mostly about what had happened.