His chest hairs tickled hernipples and thighs and clit, his animal smell invadedher nostrils, and of course, his monstrous cock moveddeeply in her pus...y. Colette began to move faster as hervagina grew more and more able to handle Thunder’sbulk. The powerful horse began to tremble and jerk hiships slightly as Colette’s tight pussy massaged his dick.It was amazing. She rotated her hips and suddenly had asmall orgasm as her clit scraped against the stallion’sbelly. She cried out. She'd made them in a class called Family and Consumer Science, which they hadn't had when he was in school. He expected her to sit beside him, or possibly on the coffee table, but she straddled him and settled on his lap, facing him."What's up?" she said.He looked down. The gusset of her panties had settled firmly on his penis.He swallowed."It's about our agreement about ... um ... me helping you." You mean to masturbate?" she asked, guilelessly."Yes," he said, feeling his face getting warm. "I. I usually spent one and half hours there and left by 6:30.I was happy as I was understanding what she taught me and I had the delight of being alone with her for some time.Her husband used to come late at around 9 pm and often went out of station for some work.She used to wear tight churidar and some times even a nighty.I had a lot of opportunities to see her cleavage.Some days, she even wouldn’t care to wear a bra.Then, I would have a hard time trying to hide my boner.I expect she had noticed. Many times he had felt the impulse to breakdown and cry during one of Swaile’s onslaughts but so far he had succeeded in fighting this urge. Everyday the pressures built upon him, every hour in the presence of Swaile made him feel less worthy, less human. It was indescribable the sweat soaked fears he went through during those lessons, his feelings of inadequacy, he was the buffoon of the class, the mumbling, stuttering moron. He felt like a leper with Swaile behind him, ringing a bell and.