And once they were hooked, they'd do anything with the horse--suck it, fuck it, kiss its asshole--anything!Cindy's cunt throbbed faster as she sniffed...the horse-cock. Her asshole throbbed too, leaking Shawn's cum. He didn't like to waste cum, so he didn't mind licking up the juices that oozed from Cindy's fuckholes. He looked at swallowing his own cum as a kind of recycling. He imagined the cum returning straight to his balls so it could be ejected again, and that feeling he got when he shot. I turn, questioning. “Were you talking to me?” I ask. “Yes,” he says, sitting up on his knees and brushing sand out of his face with his upper arm as he looks up at me. “You don’t want to run down there.” He gestures vaguely down the beach in the direction I was headed. “Oh? Why’s that?” I ask, sensing that he’s coming on to me, and feeling slightly irritated that my pace was interrupted, even though this guy is cute. “There’s a bar right up the road, and a bunch of guys just came out of there,. I hoped that the bulky sweater helped conceal myshoulders, the very thing that Roger pointed out that gave me away atGurnee Mills.I got in my car and drove over to Woodman's. I took a deep breath, andgot out of my car. I grabbed a shopping cart with my red-nailed hands. Ientered the store and headed to produce. As I patrolled the producesection making my selections, I began to relax, nobody was payingattention to me, I was just another woman grabbing groceries to feed herfamily. There were. After about five minutes, she squeezed me tight.“I’m close!” she gasped.No variation now, just sliding in and out. She wrapped her legs around my thighs and ground her clit into me. She groaned. It was not like the first time when she had screamed, loud and primal. But the orgasm was just as intense as I remembered. Her pussy started spasming, alternately clamping and releasing. I timed my thrusts to move when she was loose, and to be still when she was tight. She squeezed me hard, grunting and.