I quivered, watching the skin pucker and rise. That beautiful welt formed, that mark of my passion. Of her submission.It was beautiful.I gazed at it, ...icking my lips, mesmerized by the way she hissed and moaned. She shifted, her teeth clearly clenched as she drank in the heat. Her thighs parted as her feet danced. A fresh trickle of her spicy juices ran down her pale flesh. I inhaled her aroma.“Green light, Christina,” she moaned, throwing a look over her shoulder. Liquid tears beaded in the. Ha ... pening t ... to me?" I wailed. "I always prayed, and was good like Uncle Richard said. Why is God punishing me by turning me into this sub-human monster" Now you mustn't think that way, Mort!" Gwen lightly stroked my hair. "You are not a monster!" But Uncle Richard..." I started."IS WRONG!" Gwen interrupted, making me sit back in surprise "Mort, this isn't a curse from god, or any kind of punishment. It could happen to anyone. Uncle Richard has always preached hate against those changed. ” He laughed out loud.Then, being a professional, he stopped teasing his customer and got down to business.A girl named Cindy arrived, dropped off by her mother so she could practice barrel racing. Because Bob was busy, Mandy said she’d take care of Cindy, who was thirteen and petite. Together they walked toward the barn, where Cindy’s horse was stabled. Mandy introduced herself.“I’m Mandy,” she said.“I know,” said Cindy. “I’ve heard about you.”“Oh? What have you heard?”“Lots of things,. Now she realizes I am there and without missing a lick or suck lifted her hips allowing me to pull her jeans off. There she sat in thong panties and they were soaked from her juices. I worked them off of her as she turned towards me with his dick in her mouth, spread her legs and allowed me to suck her pussy. It was dripping and she seemed to have swallowed every drop. Steve pulled his dick out, took her by the hand and laid her on her back on the carpet as each of us got on either side, each.