Curious girl

“Ees someone in t'ere wit' Delicate?” I took a deep breath. This wouldn't ruin my escape plans. It couldn't I had every right to be here. “Nope, I'm in with Prancer,” Greta said. She slipped out of her stall. “Hey there, cutie,” “Cutee?” the stable boy said, his mouth sounded like it was stuffed with raw fat. “Wot choo doin' here, maeed?” “Just getting the princess's horse ready. She wants to go for an early ride.” “Coulda done that for choo,” he said. Old Farts “Be more 'n 'appy do it.” “Mmm, I bet you would be,” giggled Greta. She had such a whorish quality to her voice, purring like honey. “Big, strapping lad like you would've gotten done a lot faster, wouldn't you.” “Oy would,” he said, sounding so proud. I licked my lips. If he found out I was saddling my own horse, there would be Big Tits questions. Princesses didn't do something so crass. “But choo a maeed, choos work up eem dem castle. Choo don't be doin' such work down heeere. Wot choo really doin' down heeere?” “Maybe... I just wanted teen a little romp in the hey with such a cutie.” My cheeks grew warm at the unmistakable sounds of kissing. Freydis had stopped struggling with her captors, and was standing at stiff attention, dignified and stoic as ever. With the amount of data, we were receiving, then teen my Old Farts mind started to clear, and the pain got less and less. “Mom?” she smirked, pulling my thumb from her mouth. She kept going all the way down, all the way up, fucking her own face with Big Tits his dick. In less than a two weekends in the workshop she had a prototype. We got on the train and sat next to each other, chatting about all sorts during the 35 minute journey. She pumped them fast, the stimulation shooting straight to the tip of my cock. She was slowly rubbing their cock as the vibrating continued. I kissed her softly and somewhat seductively on the forehead. His right hand massaged my pussy rubbing the lotion into it. Or rather, she was surprised until she saw the prices on the menu-board, which made her pale.