‘I don’t often drink in this part of town.’ ‘Oh,’ she smiled. ‘And what part of town do you normally drink in.’ ‘Well,’ I confessed....‘It’s usually Camden St. after Camera Club meetings.’ We laughed. And as I lent forward I put my hand on her shoulder. ‘So when’s your last bus?’ She sipped her drink. ‘Oh don’t worry about that,’ I wondered if that was a gentle hint that I wouldn’t be going back to her place. I sipped my drink. ‘I’ll walk you home if you like,’ I suggested causally. ‘OK,’ she. It feels both slick and sticky at once, just dry enough to cause a friction that feels great, though no doubt must be causing Sarah noticeable pain. Grabbing her hips I begin to pound in and out of slowly wetting cunt as she begs for me to stop through tears “Pleeeeaase Andrewwww. Why are you doing this to meeeeee?!” The friction of her semi-wet cunt rubs my dick raw as I force myself in and out of Sarah’s cunt as violently as I can, pulling out until my head is barely in her lips before. ...i could only thank her and tell her it was there when she needed it, she has a picture of it on her phone now, well she had said hubby has nude girls he doesn’t know who’s it is. True I thought and then I needed to feel her cunt the bald slippery folds of her cunt....i pulled her up onto the sofa and got onto my knees and she spread her legs wide asking me what I was going to do to her poor little pussy, so I said I’d show her.I dived straight in there my nose up against her clit my tongue. The boarding operation is secondary since it’s too late in the year to do anything now.” “What kind of horses are we talking about, J.D.?” Cody asked. “Trail horses, cuttin’ horses, cow horses?” “Those and team penners and pleasure horses.” My grandfather answered.“Don’t forget Appaloosas and Paints.” I chimed in. “I love them.” “Better build another barn if we’re gonna have all them horses here on the Double J.” J.D. k**ded, kicking back in his recliner.“If we need another barn, we’ll have one.