”“Thanks for caring about me Hank.” She used to always call me Hank when we were younger because she knew that I hated it. I’m sure she did it...now to get me back for forgetting that she had joined the dance team. It had been a big deal to her. I now remembered Mom telling me about how excited she had been to make the team. Heather had always been into ballet but never anything like what the dance team did. They dance to rap or rock music and generally dress and dance pretty sexy. “Well, at. I was lost in the pure pleasure of being fuck by a giant cock. Jack humped and humped driving into me hard and fast. As his cock tip touched the opening of my womb, I fell into the lust of it all. Forgot was the fact that it was a dog fucking me. Forgot was Frank. All my body wanted now was release and more of this giant cock invading my body. My whole body shook from the force of his fucking. My nipples rubbed the inside of my teddy as he drove into my tight pussy until I felt it start deep. " I held the stirrup for the lady so she could get her foot in it. She almost couldn't raise her leg because her pants were so tight. She had one hand on the saddle and one on my shoulder and kind of leaned back in order to get her foot up. She finally managed to get her nice tight butt in the saddle. This was going to be harder than I thought. So to speak. Her stirrups were the right length and I figured Hal and Tim had already shortened them all. I turned to go to the next horse."Hey, uh .... Soft, smooth, honey brown skin and the biggest doe eyes I'd ever seen on a man, with incredibly long eyelashes. The way he looked at me... like a deer caught in headlights, as if he were about to cry, was haunting me. And thenthere were his hands: Long slender fingers, soft to the point where it was clear they'd never done a lick of hard work in their entire life and those finger nails were longer and better maintained than a lot of the women Idate. I can't stop imagining his tapered fingers.