Within seconds, Kris was trying to mimic her girlfriend's motions. Brian was the lucky recipient. Kris' left hand was now rubbing his cock. It felt wo...derful. The only problem was it was difficult to get much sensation through his jeans. Kris did her best to stroke up and down the shaft through the denim material.The bus had settled down. There was still music playing but it was not as loud as before. People were starting to simply settle in for at least another 60 minutes left of the ride.. The little horse held the gate with his front legs and began to thrust instinctively. He is a little too wild to take on easily on the ground. I find using the gate to hold him back makes it safer, Jenny told her. This little horse had a nice fat cock about 8 long and a bit more than an inch across. Carla loved that fat miniature horse dick. It was neither too big or too long. It was just a little more than most men. Jenny took his halter and tied him to the gate as he got wilder in his. Trying to give the background to this would risk identifying us – however unlikely it might be – so I’m not going to.And I can’t use your name, either, because it’s not exactly common, so I’m stuck with “she/her”.Let’s just leave this bit at, “it’s complicated”, shall we?Save to say - I fucking love going down on her.And she loves me going down on her.She has a very pretty – and I don’t care what she thinks of me saying that – little pussy, and her nub sits proud at the top of her lips, so easy. “Damn you Ninon, damn you Ms. Brendan!” She cursed, as she woke Robert up to go into the house.He silently walked to the bedroom and started to unpack.The phone rang and Donna picked it up.“Hello, Cutty,” the voice of Ms. Brendan said.“H-hello, Ms. Brendan,” Donna replied.“I just heard you are not following instructions.” Ms. Brendan started “I am very disappointed.”“I’m sorry, Ms. Brendan.” Donna replied automatically, actually thinking she really didn’t do anything wrong.“Sorry won’t do. I.