I told her not to, but she said she’d studied enough and would prefer to talk with me, practice her English. My heart sank. This was definitely not ...hat I had planned for the evening.In the end, it didn’t turn out so badly. She drove the conversation along very well for a non-native speaker and it wasn’t a hardship being in her company. Inga was tall and slim with a full figure, happy features and clear, bright eyes that were beautifully expressive. I found myself examining her tight blue jeans. As long as we take it slow. But, as it stands now, I think I mightlet you drive. Because, as soon as we get to the car, I'm taking these lousysons of a guns off!"Sure! No problem! I'll be happy to drive. All I ask is that you give me asec to check out the T-shirts they've got here!" Sure. As long as you don't mind it if I go over to that bench over there andtake a load off of my feet while you're looking."A few minutes later, with three different colored Tees draped over her arm,Gale approached. I felt daring so I slowly put my arm around her shoulder and pulled her close, with one finger I slowly started stroking the underside of her small swell. With each passing second I grew bolder using more fingers to stroke her. At the same time her hand brushed more and more of my cock which felt like it would blow anytime now. Then in one motion I grabbed her breast and rubbed her nipple with my fore-finger and thumb as she grabbed hold of my cock, our eyes met and she pushed me back onto the. She told me it was her idea of revenge for Jessica holding her legs in place.I grinned and went with it, carrying Jessica into the barn. In the middle of the barn we found Jeremy, putting some final touches on his contraption. It was quite impressive. A fake wooden mare, complete with leather, padding, straps, and a bench within the belly for a girl to lie on. It even had a crude plastic funnel at the ass end of the bench with a bucket under it, designed to catch as much cum as possible. This.