They were all built like Dale, over six foot easily more than two hundred pounds, big hands, and hairy. As they got drunker, Chelsie noticed how frisk... they were getting not only with their own wives, but with each other’s wives and even their sister. At some point Chelsie noticed Dale and her Mom weren’t around. She checked the kitchen and then the patio. As she passed back through the kitchen she saw the light in the basement was on. She crept down the stairs and sure enough there was her mom. Tom watched as she leaned under the horse and patted his sheath until the long horse cock came out far enough for her to wash it. When she had cleaned him, she stepped back and Tom let him go.The mare had pissed a stream and was still spread legged when the big horse sniffed her, then mounted her.Less than five minutes later the mare and stud were walking around the corral, getting itchy again.The other two were brood mares that Mr. Hollister had gotten many fine foals from in the past. He was. I just hope this will convince each of you to let me take more pictures of you and your beautiful bodies at noon.”“Take all the pictures you want ... you can suck them ... you can even fuck them, if you like,” Becky told him, as she looked down at the amazingly huge mounds of her breasts.“You can take pictures of my breasts too, Bobby Joe. I’m so happy. I don’t know how this happened, but thank you for them. You can take pictures of me naked, if you like. Just look at my titties, I have fucking. She must have gone to the back room, I thought to myself. Just then to my shock, Jane re-entered the shop wearing a bright yellow netball skirt. My knees went weak. What was she playing at? Was she trying to make me feel worse? It didn't make any sense, but I couldn't keep my eyes off her. Jane moved about the shop, helping customers, and one time while helping one customer, a gust of wind blew into the shop and lifted Jane's netball skirt into the air, where it fluttered and flapped in the.