I held her as she slowly came down from that high, and then lay back as she then climbed up over me to position herself above my erect and glistening ...ock. Her dark eyes glistened in the dim light, and as she lowered herself onto me, she gripped my head with her pussy lips and squeezed my rhythmically as inch by inch I filled her up. She was tight, even though her breasts betrayed the experience of childbirth, and the feeling was intense as she rose and fell on me, her body moving forwards and. It was that woman. I stopped, startled. What name did she give me, Annabel, Annabel ... then it came to me. Swinson! She was galloping the horse across the turf, clods flying from the horse's hooves. She must have noticed me as she turned the horse's head and headed in my direction. I waited as she brought the horse down from its gallop to walking pace, turning into wide circles to calm the beast. The horse seemed unhappy not to be galloping, shaking its head and pawing the ground. She leaned. Then I shifted to her other boobs. She was also enjoying this sucking session a lot. This our love session lasted for more than an hour.She then placed both her legs on my right side. I again started pressing her boobs along with kissing her neck & licking her ears. Then cheeks then came to her rosy lips. They were already wet. My boob massage had already made her wild. We were passionately kissing each other. She was moaning a lot. I placed my 1 hand on her tummy and was massaging the tummy. I never thought that a woman could look like this without experiencing plastic surgery multiple times - was this the "female potential" the Goddess spoke about? Thinking of her, maybe even she would be jealous about this looks? I only knew that if that girl in the mirror wasn't me, I would totally try to fuck her! Wait... But that girl in the mirror WAS me. Suddenly I realized my situation and my feelings returned."Shit! Shit! Shit! Holy fuck!" I cursed - or rather squealed."This doesn't make.