The instructor—a surprisingly young and incredibly pretty woman—led our group along path that meandered through fields and forests. We practiced s...eering the horses. It took less than a minute before I grew accustomed to the feel of the leather reins.Not everyone was as quick a learner as me. One in particular had trouble steering his horse and the instructor constantly had to fall back to help him. It slowed us down considerably, but since I was riding right behind the slowpoke, I had a. Oh,dad,not gonna last fucking long,he’s so fucking hot and tight,gonna fuck me thick loada daddy-goo deep in his little shit-hole really soon.Aaaaaaagh,fuck,yeah,riding me boy’ Oh,this was real nasty full on fucking,AMAZING! ‘Son,daddy’s gonna shoot,gonna fill yer boy’s dirty mouth with me spunk,hurry up,wanna fill the little slut at both ends’ YES,PLEASE,lol! Grunting and panting was the main sounds from both ends of me well-fucked body, as well as me mewling amd whimpering as me slutty mouth. She felt quite giddy. She raised her head and kissed him. "Or into hand," she said. She kissed him again with more passion. She touched his penis and wrapped her little fingers around it. "Oh God," she said, moaning deeply in her throat. She felt the contours of his cock, stroking it gently. She continue to kiss him. She was totally lost now. Everything but Greg was forgotten.Greg groaned into her mouth. He reached between her thighs and felt wetness. Megan was breathing raggedly through her. Bring me my notebook.’ She paced out of the room, breasts swaying out proudly from the sides of her open shift, then shortly returned with a leather bound tome and inkwell with pen. Setting it before me, I spread it out on the table along with the kippers and eggs. ‘Sir?’ ‘Stand there and wait while I prepare, please.’ I proceeded to enjoy a very lovely breakfast, basking in the glow of her fantastical orbs while I carefully peeled away the bones of the kipper and sampled the salmoned eggs..