She came back. He walked with her guiding gently, the patter never changing, loving and sweet, caring and low. She wheeled on him, bucking, slamming h...r hooves into him. The ground hurt. The ground doesn’t usually hurt. Odd bits of thoughts flitted through his head and he waited. He couldn’t see her and his patter hurt. He was cold and the night was long, but the patter never changed, even husky with pain. He waited, eventually sitting slowly with the sun. Was that her? His head spun. Even he. Mike thought. That evening, Beth had taken her shower, and did her usual, laying next the her brother. Her eyes stared at the television screen, as she stuck her hand down her pajama bottoms feeling her ass and outer hip. Her hand slowly glided above her hip, down to the center of her body. She moved right her leg slightly, as her fingers found their way to her twat. Not realizing what she was doing, she began rubbing her clit, getting herself off.Mike saw her arm move up and down from the. . instinct? When I looked up, face glistening wet, she was biting that bottom lip of hers and whispering soundlessly as the back knuckles of one hand brushed back and forth against her mouth. Another hand slowly lowered to the back of my head through long dark curls, softly urging. Kissing her, I became very relaxed and needed little coaching as my head descended then and there. Smack, right where she wanted me to be. Here in this room, I learned to pleasure a woman. Having tasted her for the. I was blushing hard, struggling to get out from under her with no luck. She put her hand back and gave my pussy a light tape. "Calm down sexy you’re not going anywhere, I can tell you don’t know what your doing" she said in a Demeaning voice, in frustration as you might have guessed I did not stop I only struggled harder. I sighted, I could hear the crowed laughing I couldn’t see what she was doing but I could tell it wasn’t complimenting me on my good effort. I then felt 2 fingers creep down.