***I am a 38 year old woman who was raised on a farm in the deep south. Ever since I saw one of our horses fucking a mare, I have fantasized about a h...rse fucking me. I am married and my husband has no idea of my cravings for a horse cock. I love to masturbate and do several times a week. At night when my husband is fucking me, I let my mind wonder to my secret fantasy, me being fucked by a huge horses' cock.We live in a big city and there was no way we could have a horse. I love to ride horses. ” he began before their hooting drowned him out. “No, huh?” He looked crestfallen.“Dumb comedian,” Denise muttered. “You jerk.” She winked at Amelia.Kevin grinned at them. “Not much to say. But wow, those classes will sure be intense! They’ve got really sharp people teaching and the students are way more focused than at Avery, that’s for sure. This isn’t going to be a cakewalk, but we knew that. I’ve already got two research papers assigned and this was only day one. I’m sure you don’t care for. .and sucked my face off!Before I knew what was happening she had grabbed my hands and placed them on her tits , grabbed my cock and was tugging on it while gropeing my bum and dragging my hip to hers.I ,stupidly, gasped out.." are you sure you want...?" then got my mouth filled with tongue.My next chance I gasped " but what about your boyfriend...or your parents!"?Her response was to dig her nails into my ass and horsely growl " you look so FUCKING HOT tonight...I want you to fuck me hard..NOW!. It's just I thought the dancewould be different. I didn't know everyone would be the same as they areat school.She opened her arms to me. "Friends?" Friends," I said as we hugged."Okay, girls," Brett said. "Let's go mingle."I followed my friends back into the gym past the empty DJ station. JazzyJohnny was hunched near the refreshment stand pouring something from alittle flask into a paper cup. I could have used some of that myself.As we tramped across the polished wood of the empty dance floor.