Page 119 of CowSex
“Yeah, after cows have sex, little baby calves get born.”
He shakes his head. “Okay, can we end this conversation? No more talk of animals having sex. Let’s just concentrate on what’s happening here.”
“Oh yeah, and what’s that then?”
He lifts my left leg and kisses the inside of my knee and then continues the path to the very top of my inner thigh.
“Me, making you pant and say yes the exact same way you were when I walked into the room.”
He lifts my left knee, but this time he starts at my ankle.
“Well, if you give me CowSex, I might oblige.”
“Stop saying CowSex.”
“CowTongue?”
“Gracie,” he warns and then bites down on the soft, sensitive flesh at the very top of my thigh.
“CowFingers?”
“Stop talking.”
“CowCock?”
“Gross.”
He buries his nose, tongue, and fingers in my pussy. I stop talking and start panting.
KOA
“SHE’S COOL,DAD.REALLY GREAT.But why does she keep asking if I’m all right?”
I smile over my coffee cup as I watch my son make his own drink. It’s just hitting me how much I’ve missed him.
“She’s not. All right to the English is like us saying hey or hi. She’s not actually asking if you’re all right and doesn’t expect you to go into any kind of detail regarding your well-being,” I try to explain Gracie’s weird way with words as concisely as I can. It barely makes sense to me, so I’m not sure if he’s getting it any better.
“Well, it’s weird.”
“Son, you have no idea.”
“She’s nice, though, apart from that. Pretty, too.” He turns, and his eyes meet mine. “Like, gorgeous.”
“She is.”
We eye each other for a few moments before he grins. “You really like her, don’t you?”
“I really do,” I admit.
“Good. It’s about time you found someone.”
I wasn’t really concerned with Kai’s reaction to Gracie, but I’m glad he likes her. Our heads both turn towards the door when she walks through it. I’d left her upstairs deciding what to wear today. I’d told her that Thanksgiving lunch over at Dean and Shannon’s would be a casual thing, but I’m not sure that Gracie really knows what casual is. Either way, I’m pleasantly surprised, and instantly hard.
She’s wearing black suede ankle boots, a pair of black jeans that look like they’ve been sprayed on and are full of rips, a black top that has fabric cut out at the shoulders, allowing her bare flesh and ink to show through. Around her neck, she’s wearing a leather choker, the sight of which does all kinds of strange things to my dick. Her hair is in a loose braid that hangs over one shoulder, and if she’s wearing any makeup, then it’s minimal.
She really is beautiful. Kimmie’s words, come back to me, “Tell her, let her know she’s special.” I hesitate because Kai’s there and I’m acutely aware that he’s watching my reaction.
Before I get a chance to not give a fuck and just let her know, she asks, “Will I do?” And then she twirls around in front of us.
