Celebrating Alfie's birthday - 02

The motto of the Wild Pheasant hotel is “We aim to exceed your expectations.” They did. So did Emma. Once we had unpacked, Emma took a quick shower, and I took a snapshot to be published some other time. When I cam from the bathroom, Emma was lying naked on the bed, either cooling down or warming up, depending on your viewpoint. I grabbed the camera and recorded the image, if not for posterity then at least for the Blog. Then I joined her on the bed and kissed her belly and thighs. As she yielded, I repositioned myself between those legs to kiss her neatly-trimmed pussy, still moist from the shower. Emma’s response was to hold my head between her smooth thighs and to pull my face deeper into her. Drinking from the furry goblet is my second-favourite pastime, and Emma was more than willing to offer herself. Oh, the taste, the scent, the wetness of her! I drank deeply, and sucked the soft fless of her into my mouth. Groaning, Emma arched her back and tried to smother me in her gaping pussy …