"But, why are you putting your top back on?" I said."Uhm, cause I don't want to be sticking my tits in the bartender's face?" she replied sarcasticall.... As she started to pull the straps up behind her head, I grabbed her hands."No, don't. Leave it down. Seriously", I said, looking at her earnestly."Are ... are you serious? You really want me going over to the bartender topless?" she replied, eyes wide.I gulped deep, not sure what I was getting into here. "Yes" I finally squeaked out. She looked. "Okay. Okay, already. Suffice to say ... Oh, Gaawwwd! Basically, he'd have his total way with me! I'd have to serve his cock in every way possible! Treat him like lord and master! He'd fuck my mouth, my tits, my cunt - everything! Whatever he wanted, whenever he wants, because all I can do is obey!" And how does that make you feel?" Oh GOD! Please! Don't ask me that!" But I am." UNGH! HRRRNG! So, so GOOOOOD! I'm getting so HOOORNY, just thinking about it! And then, when I think about the way he. We could see that he was all the way in and saw clearly his withdrawal and reinsertion. The noises the horses made while mating provoked us all. Both girls moved their hips slightly in time with his thrusts. When he finished, he withdrew his organ which flopped loosely still dripping and gradually returned to its smaller size and into the sheath.As the horses were nuzzling in their post coital bliss, Maryanne whispered breathlessly, "That's a lot better than those X-rated films."I said, "Well,. And so here was Geeta, for the first time in her life subjected to a situation that was completely out of her control.She tried to put her mind in some other place, waiting for the man to finish. But the fucking just went on and on and on, her beautiful 36-C breasts jiggling in time to Charlie's rhythm. Charlie was right on top of her, his face inches from hers as he rode her. At least he didn't have bad breath. When he kissed her, Geeta knew better than to turn her head, but somehow the kiss.