She wondered if she would have the courage to walk our calmly. She looked down at David on the floor. It seemed he had fallen asleep! She hurriedly sl...pped on her panties and pants. As she did so she happened to catch sight of the front of her shirt."Shit!" she said out loud. The front of her shirt was soaked! She pulled it up and smelled it to confirm what she already knew. Her tits were leaking milk again! "There is no way I can walk out of here looking like this!" she muttered. She looked. I started to drink as I had no idea that I was that thirsty.More and more of the water flowed into my mouth as the black male kept pumping my ass with his hard cock. I kept being ridden and managed to keep his cock in me as much as possible when suddenly I realized that I was starting to daydream while being fucked.I seen myself from a different perspective and I could see myself in the mirror and I started to look a bit fuzzy. Things started to develop haze around them, and I could no longer. Her torn panties were still on, but the entire crotch was shredded leaving her pussy totally exposed. John could see globs of his white sperm on her panties, pubic hair, pussy lips, thighs, and hands."Oh, Mr. Baxter ... John ... I'm so sorry. I don't know what came over me. Please forgive me," she cried. "If my husband found out he'd divorce me ... no, he'd kill me! If Ms. Kraus found out she'd fire me. Please don't tell anyone."John stared down at the woman, her face red and contorted, her. She buried her face in his chest as he carried her over to the stream, standing there on the bank while she continued to cry.His horse, which had been contentedly grazing on the bank a few yards downstream of where he stood, looked up to see what all the noise was about.After a while, her sobbing died away, and he gently set her down on her feet. She looked up at him as, with his hand, he brushed her hair away from her face.He showed her the soap, and the cloth, and pointed at the stream..