“Do you know what these picket shadows remind me of?” Emma said to Daniel as they strolled home from a late morning breakfast at the Kind Café.

“Um,” Daniel replied.

“Let me give you a hint,” Emma offered. “Remember field with all the flowers?”

“Um,” said Daniel.

“I can see some portaling will be necessary,” Emma announced. A moment later she and Daniel stood next to a white picket fence with a bountiful field of flowers beyond.

“Now do you get it?” Emma asked.

“Ah,” Daniel said.

“Okay then,” Emma said, and deftly she unzipped Daniel’s trousers and with only a modicum of difficulty fetched out his mostly tumescent phallus along with his scrotal sac. “This is called picketing,” Emma said, and using her palm and the tip of her little finger, she brought Daniel’s penis to full erection.

“Now to cap everything off,” Emma concluded. Her lips encased the cockhead. Her hand stroked and pumped the cock’s shaft. Her tongue tickled the sexual slit. “Mmm, mmm, mmm,” she hummed. Spurt after spurt of luscious, creamy love seed filled her mouth until there almost wasn’t room for cum and cock, but several ardent swallows solved that problem.