“Go and make me a coffee, sweetie-pie,” I crooned to her as I patted her arse. She obliged, pulling her short skirt down over her nakedness, and w...lked out towards the coffee machine. As I drove home that night, I struggled with the rush hour traffic. Mind you, I was in no rush to get home to my once beautiful, but now mousy and nagging wife, Vicky. It’s amazing what c***dbirth does to a woman, I can’t remember the last time we had a good shag.I slammed the car door shut, went through my front. He smelled faintly of sweat and musk. She ran her fingers through his mane and kissed his cheek. The horse turned slightly in her direction. Ingrid took the opportunity and kissed the horse on the big rubbery lips. Somehow he knew what she wanted and licked her lips with his big tongue.Trencher stamped, pawed the ground and whinnied. Ingrid couldn’t help herself any longer. “Has he told you about me?” she asked Dragonara, slipping her dress and head piece off, hanging it on the stall door. Her. Needless to say, we raced each other home and ate in that night, but I must confess that Carla had more fun than I did. A part of me was feeling stung by Carla's wanton exposure at the show. Doing the required nudity for the program was one thing, but flaunting herself so blatantly in front of fellow actors and director and such -- without my presence -- was a deeper level of exhibitionism than what we'd experienced together. Moreover, there was the added dimension of Carla forging on with her. I stared at it, admiring it. He sat forward on the seat and spread his legs, and I quickly hopped in between them, slowly putting his cock in my mouth. It tasted good, and I began to suck, and felt him get harder inside me. I had a feeling it would be a good night! Nick kept driving, trying to ignore us in the back. I could tell he wanted to join - by the way he was driving. I twirled my tongue around the head, then began to suck and softly bite. I felt Jake raise his body off the seat and he.