Then the hands of one of the handlers came into view. It began gently massaging that flaccid cock – building up the anticipation. It took only a few...seconds of this stimulation for the cock to engorge and nearly double in size. The tip flared outward – it must have been at least 18 inches long. It was a monster. And I was so fucking excited.A handler gave the horse a quick pat on the rear, which triggered it all. The horse took control. Its cock came to life and prodded at my ass, which was. His one redeeming trait was that he never tried to impose his will on me. Well, not until today.Damn him!I ran my hands through my short hair and decided to let it go. After all, I had a lot of stuff to put away. And fuming over Nat's heavy handed technique wouldn't get it done.Three hours and 7 phone calls from family later, I had started to make a dent in the pile. I was contemplating having my cell number changed as I dragged empty boxes to the dumpster. My preoccupation is probably why I. What wasn’t quite normal, however, were the feelings I started getting for Smita in college. Looking back, I can’t exactly pinpoint the moment when I stopped seeing Smita as a sister and saw her as an extremely sensuous, very desirable young woman. When we’d get together during our visits home from different colleges, I’d find myself staring at her ass or licking my lips over her tits. I started fantasizing about her when I masturbated, and there were even a couple of occasions when I started. And as the train pulled up at the platform, they walked passed us and one of them had the cheek to slap Mrs Silkys ass before exiting to train… I did actually feel like going after him and giving him a smack, but Mrs seemed to enjoy it and that turned me on… she then decided to sit back on the chair and spread her legs so wide that both outsides of her knees were touching the seat… and give the business man a show… it wasn’t too long before he had another watcher, because the red haired lady I.