I held up the finger she had licked so clean just a few seconds earlier and motioned her to follow me to the stall at the end. The handicap stall alwa...s has more room. I dropped my pants to my ankles and my cock stood at attention. She pulled off her lacy red thong ( the dress was so short even she had to wear panties this time) which she asked me to hold for her as she placed them, wet spot first in my mouth. She climbed aboard, her butt cheeks resting on my thighs and her feet firmly up. The image didn’t show that, though. It showed a curious look on Helen’s face, right before she reached for a pack of cigarettes, found it empty, and pulled out a string of what I now know are Greek Worry Beads instead.“You knew that Contessa Helena de San Finzione was a real person on TV before you met her. But in the same way as the President or the Pope; someone powerful and famous that you knew existed, but Susan Bailey’s chances of ever meeting her were zero. Chad was never going to take. I had the feeling that every orifice of this cutie would be creamed against her will, so I hungrily read on. I rested the head of my vibrating cock against my clit and held the shaft firmly between my thighs. Every time I squeezed them together heaven crept that little bit closer. The young girl in the story was demonstrating the latest cutaway bras for these studs blissfully unaware of the effect her sweet body was having on the hunks of rigid meat she as yet could not see. I idly wondered. Jack, the big donkey, was much more nimble than a horse and he had no trouble getting in or out of the second canyon.Of course the band still had their lead stallion. Jack didn't recognize his authority though. The stallion was much bigger than Jack, but he wasn't as smart. In the short time before we took off to visit Routata's camp Jack had discovered he could sneak into the canyon for a familiarization raid and then get back out through the makeshift barrier we'd put up before the stallion.