I took my hand off his dick and got some more pussy juice from inside my wet pussy. I immediately started jacking his cock off. I just kept stroking i..., "yeah you big mother fucker. You like this, huh? You like my wet cunt juice all over your big black horse dick? I wish I could shove it right in my twat you nasty fuck!" I was talking nasty to a fucking horse for goodness sake! I was in a daze of ecstasy. At that moment, the horses thick white milk like load spurted out the end of his long. I sat up and let my breasts be exposed, no point in being coy, everything that had happened had, so better to be adult about it, and move on.He climbed back in beside me, 'This really should not have happened', I said to him after taking a sip of the strong brew.'Never look a gift horse in the mouth', he replied with honesty, 'I am not going to apologise for taking advantage of you', he replied candidly, 'you were up for it and I always wanted you'.I lay there unashamedly, as the weak morning. She rubbed the nipples down to his bellybutton and inserted one in it. This erotic move made him moan and his cock showed signs of cum. She then rubbed her ass over his cock feeling how hard it had become. Next she put a leg on his shoulder putting her pussy only inches from his face. He watched her as she spread her pussy lips for him to see her rub her clit. Her pussy lips were also pierced and she had small hoops thru them. She played with her self and he watched. She inserted two fingers. I found my thoughts wandering, thinking of the lady in blue. Eating here with her – sipping wine – laughing together. I shook my head. That was way premature. I didn’t even know her name. I finished lunch and in an hour later, I was back on the road home. The afternoon passed in a blur of people and tasks. There is always more to do at the vineyard than there are hands. Somehow, I still managed to find myself thinking about her. I was reviewing an analysis on the latest batch of fermentation.