Reshma: Mujhe chedo mat darling aur bas mujhe nanga kardo….Prashant: lo…tum poori tarah nangi hogayi….wah kya badan hai tumhaaraReshma….doodh ...aisa safed aur itna perfect…tumhare mome ka dewaana hogaya mai.Reshma: ha…dabaao mere chuche ko…aur zor se…haaa….chaato unhe.Prashant: Tumhaare nokeele nipples se pataa chalta hai ki tum kitni excited ho reshma…Reshma: haa…..muh me le lo mere nipple ko….aaaahh….run karo unhe.Prashant kuch der tak uske breasts ka aanand leta hai aur Reshma bhi apni aor se. I didn’t want them to see me get bucked off on my butt, this being just the second time I’ve had a go on an un-broke horse.When I didn’t see them, I swung to the saddle without even using a stirrup. I had just got my butt on the saddle seat good, and one foot in the stirrup when she started bucking.She didn’t buck near as hard and fast as Red did when I rode him the first time. But I thought she’d never settle down and just run around inside the corral. She was bucking around the circle inside. Seconds later he abandoned his ploy. It was Josie who interrupted him, demanding more. She pushed him down so he was beneath her on the floor. She held his stiff, aching pole in her hands and directed it at her wet center, unable to wait a single moment longer. She sank thoughtfully onto his meat and sighed like an angel as he filled her. Barely allowing him time to register the strange mixture of cold and hot, Josie rose up on her knees and sank back down, again. Once fully impaled, this time. ‘Good evening Mr. Roberts, do you have any requests?’ ‘I’m sorry Trixie, much as I’m sure that you are capable of making my time with you memorable, I’m afraid that I’ll have to ask for a rain-check, you see I’m much tireder than I thought, and I need to sleep.’ The look that she gave me was one of amazement. I was probably the first man to have ever failed to take advantage of her services. She came over and sat beside me on the bed and began to massage my shoulders and neck. ‘You’ll never.