Pamela continued to ride up and down on the hard cock, but she protested, "No, please don't do this; please don't," she begged the judge as he looked ...nto her eyes, puzzled at her resistance to his removing her blouse and hopefully getting her sexy full breasts exposed to his touch and view."No, you don't want me to see what a sexy upper body you have, Pamela?" No, please don't undo my blouse," Pamela said more forcefully and then she tightened the firmness of her pussy's grasp on his hard cock. They had him broken to ride and trained as one of their own. He is every bit the horse you see standing here.”“He has to be over eighteen hands.”“He measures exactly eighteen and one half hands, Amando.”“Since you ride him daily, I’m sure you’d never consider selling or even trading him?”“No, and I’m sure if he was your horse, you’d tell me the same thing.”“You are so right. I cannot blame you. He is one of a kind in the horse world. Tell me, have you bred him?”“No, but I’d be interested in. "In his room Ron was starting to wake up and he was trying to wonder why he was feeling so angry and guilty while at the same time he was feeling overjoyed and sexually sated. Feeling overjoyed and sexually sated was nothing new, he usually felt this way in the mornings with his Honey, but psycho and annoying as she might be, he never felt angry or guilty. He forced his eyes open a little and turned to look at his love, he was looking for one of her morning smiles that would instantly wash. I mean I don't seem that unusual on the outside but on the inside I know I am wired very differently than most males, a fact the I am beginning to enjoy even more. I have been a closeted cross dresser for as long as I can remember and I have not given that much thought until recently. I must have had some suppressed memories that are beginning to unfold which indicates there is a reason why I am the way I am. I came from a normal family, I was an only c***d and my dad was an over the road truck.