He'd forgotten how cold it got at night in the desert and hadn't noticed it the night before because he'd been in his car.He knows the Rule of Threes ... three minutes without air, three days without water, three weeks without food - then you die. Some people can make it a little longer, in the best situations. But the desert heat and having to walk and sweat isn't the best situation to be without water. He figures, unless he finds water, this is his last day.He rinses his mouth out with a little. I didn't want to hurt her and forever keep her from the pleasure of anal fucking. I pushed a little harder and started to feel her anal opening spread. Then I pushed just a little harder and her bunghole opened up swallowing the head of my cock. "Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!! It's so big." "Are you Okay, Kathie" "Yes, Yes...... It's okay,.... It's so..... big." I pulled my cock out and then slipped the head back in again. I repeated probing her tight asshole several times so she could get used to the. THUMP!!So intent in her ministrations, she hadn't even felt the horse's cock unsheathe and extend, the large and thick 18 inch knob headed equine baby maker towering above her head, the piss hole at its knob head leaking a thick stream of pre cum. Evie licked her lips and tucked a stray hair from her bun behind her ear as she crawled over to the head of the brown horse's cock, all the while feeling it up and gazing in awe at it's size and dark brown colour.She gave a kiss at its piss hole,. Now it would end but not till after our twenty fifth anniversary party.It had only been one little mistake on their part that had alerted me to the affair. While looking under the bed for the keys I'd dropped between the headboard and the wall, I discovered a condom wrapper. Since I'd had a vasectomy after our last child it didn't take a rocket scientist to begin suspecting something and I remembered looking down under the bed for some gift wrapping paper before I left on my last trip and it.