Again, she had arranged things so I was staring straight at her crotch, and had a fine view of her snatch as the two sets of testicles bounced against it.
I smiled myself, thinking: Life is good, n’est ce pas? I sat up, stretching again, and brought my glazed fingers to my nose, inhaling the sublime scent of pussy.
“We’ll have to make a little stall to enclose it,” I told Horace.
