The horse clan would catch young horses for us and send trainers to help us when it was time to teach the young horses how to accept a saddle and ride....The leader of the horse clan insisted that I stay at his lodge overnight. When we sat down to dinner, he introduced me to his daughter. I was unsure of his intent, and I asked for his counsel since I was ignorant of his peoples’ ways. He informed me that it was their tradition to offer a young daughter to mate with a guest of a predatory clan.. Earlier this year I caught a beautiful five inch bass. You should have seen it.”“We did,” Tim said.“So you know what I mean,” Mike said in a deadpan voice. His comment sparked the appropriate laughs. Mike asked, “So what’s the score?”“Sanjay three, Tim one, and Mike zero,” Tim answered while Sanjay waved his fists in the air saying, “And the crowd goes wild for Sanjay.”Mike reached down and popped the top on a can of beer watching Tim take care of the fish. Sanjay, his leg still in a cast,. "Yeah, you have any iced tea or lemonade?" I asked. I started to call her Mrs. Riddings from her married name but I'd always imagined called her "Susanna, you hot sexy babe" whenever I'd stroke myself off in the shower as I fantasized about fucking her. I restrained myself from saying that too.As Susanna turned and went into the nearby kitchen, I was more sure than ever that she probably didn't have another stitch of clothing on under that robe. I hoped I'd soon find out.When Susanna came back. I could feel him shift his wait on the bed, as I felt the fleshy tip of his cock prod at my tight hole. Even though he had just loosened my ass, I could still feel that burning sensation as he entered me for the first time. He slowly worked his way in and started going in a rhythmical motion. When he really started pounding, I swear I could taste his cockhead in the back of my throat. I felt full, I felt whole. Somehow this seemed natural.My face was planted into the bed, and my hands were.