She is braless and her nipples are visible through the light material of her little T shirt which is quite short and leaves her midriff bare above a v...ry tight and short mini skirt. Both skirt and T are a pale pink. Her legs are clad in skin tone tights as stockings would not be covered by such a short dress. Pink stiletto sandals with 5 inch heels accentuate the length of her legs. Hair that had been tied back for work is now free to flow around her shoulders. Silver earrings and necklace. Around my neck, the delicate leather collar you made for me. My sheer white blouse that hints at the detailed lingerie underneath trying it's very best to keep my ample soft fleshy curves at bay. And my tight pencil skirt, that hugs my hips and thighs.Taking your hand, I turn and walk down the hall to the living room. Sitting you in your favorite arm chair, I perch myself on your knee. Your hand comes up to cup my chin, running your thumb across my lips. This simple caress has my eyes closed. As he kept pounding into her, she was being pushed further back in the trailer limiting how deep he could go. Mom was frantic and begged us to stop him but there was no way. I was afraid the horse would fuck her to death and I felt guilty for helping get this started. After the first few moments of screaming and all out panic, things settled down and mom would just grunt loudly when he filled her and moan loudly when he pulled out.After a while, being the slutty trooper she was, she motioned me. It was great to note that being eye to eye with that beauty was at least as exciting as seeing him eye to waist. He smiled and signaled me to move towards the aisle and turn towards the up going broken looking stair case. As we reached closer, he gestured towards going down instead of the up and broken steps. I had the least idea, what was soon going to happen between us. The guy looked familiar with the situation and might be he was from the same college, but I had never seen him or had no.