After the joint was finished we sat there staring at the stars, I noticed that Auzzie was ever so slightly rubbing his shapely stocking covered leg up...and down my jeans. I turned towards him about to say something smart and was shocked when he quickly pushed forward and pressed his soft black lips against mine, I jumped back in surprise and stared at him wide eyed. "Auzzie, what the fuck!?" I blurted out. "What do you mean noble knight, and who is Auzzie?" He practically purred his reply and as. It wasn’t a kiss. It was an explosion of unquenched lust and desire, mine as overpowering as his. Maybe it was the heat, or maybe it was that we were both animals, and the cage doors had just been thrown open. It didn’t matter. I wanted him. Needed him. Not to make love to me, but to fuck me. There were no words. There was no need for them. I found myself with my legs wrapped around his waist, arms behind his thick neck, humping him, his hand gripping my ass as he moved across the floor,. "He's just thought of a name for the cottage" Jill laughed and it was my turn to look puzzled,"I have?" Dumas, the five musketeers are going to live there, so it has to be Dumas, agreed?"We nodded our agreement together and stood up draining our glasses,"Come on then" I laughed, "Let's give ourselves a night to remember" Mmm yes please" they said practically in unison and we were still laughing as they treated me once again to a mind blowing show of stocking clad thighs and very damp panties. The alcohol and sexual frustration together attracted her to the horses limp penis, she’d spent her entire life around horses and never thought about their genitalia, she was a decent girl after all, not some freak. Besides she mainly dealt with female horses. For whatever reason she was mesmerized. The horse had calmed down, as Olivia hesitantly reached out her hand to touch it’s penis, it was somewhat unremarkable in its flaccid state, about 10 centimeters in length but thicker than any she’d.