Our kisses became progressively more intimate, deeper, but slowly, languidly - kissing is underrated, in my view, and we took our time, just kissing, ...nd kissing again, until she moved in a way that suggested it was time to move on.So, I kissed her face, nibbled her earlobe, then her neck, then down her shoulders, and across her collarbone, kissing and nibbling her skin as I moved down. Slowling moving down to her breasts and nipples, kissing, sucking, nibbling each in their turn. Around this. "She's fucking soaking," I heard him gasp to the assembled group. "It's like she's pissed herself. Her cunt's so wet."One of the men went around behind me and yanked at my top. With someone's cock in my mouth I pulled my arms out of the sleeves while another man's fingers plucked at the buttons on my dress. When it gaped open fully, my bra exposed, I heard a collective gasp come from the men.They called me names; all kinds of filthy appellations that would have offended me deeply if I'd heard. But Mrs. Connors, I'm disappointed. I was sure you would want to hear the rest of them."Ruth almost smiled at the enjoyment plastered all over Dan's face. He was really proud of himself for this one, and she was proud of him too. It was understood between them that if anything happened on the weekend between the two of them, that they would forget about it during their weekly visit--it was better, fuck- wise.Dan helped her out of her coat."Now, if you'll sit down... I'm sure you'd like a little. Both Rhonda and Ann agreed and began to pat him. They looked at each other and grinned. “My pussy is getting wet” whispered Ann. “Mine in trembling” whispered back Rhonda. Victor heard their conversation and immediately got hard.Rubbing the horse’s sides they began to work down, rubbing his flanks. He snorted and they chuckled. “Oh he is used to what you are doing” said Frank “and he knows what is coming”. It was obvious the “special treat” was a horse that was used to being the object of.