Kari looked into my eyes with a look of pure lust. ‘So you’re an ass man I take it?’ She asked. I nodded. ‘Well maybe later I can drop by your...place and you can put more than your tongue in there.’ ‘Later?’ ‘Yes. Later. But as for right now, let me help you do something about this.’ she said patting the hard bulge in my pants. She then pushed me up against the wall and with a devilish look, Kari lowered herself down to the floor as she started undoing my zipper. I closed my eyes and took a deep. .”“Shhhh. Let her sleep.”“Oh, yeah. Forgot. Shit, I’m hungry, but I’ve gotta piss like a Russian race horse,” he said more quietly.“Do they have to pee worse than other horses?” Jasmine asked with a giggle as she hurriedly laced her boots.“Damned if I know, but I’m beginning to think I’ll never make it to the outhouse.”“So, you don’t have to. You’re a man. You can pee against a tree or something.”They snatched their rifles up and were out the door. “Screw this,” Jasmine said as she stepped out. The blood-red mare looked like she would be at home on the sands of Arabia, and belonged to Sissy. The black was big for a wild horse, and looked to have some draft-horse ancestor. He’d been gelded before we got him, and was as calm as Gracie. When I rode, it was on him. I’d gotten a little better, and it didn’t bother me as much as it used to.Horace was an Irishman, a retired racehorse groom. He’d come to America to see his daughter and never left. Henry had inquired around when we told him we. Meine socha ghar mei hi itna mota taza lund hai toh mei bahar kyu dhundu… kyu na isko ko phasa kar ghar mei hi chudu mei woh bhi roz…Uss din se meine jab bhi mummy papa ghar pe nahi hote to maine undergarments pehnana band kar diye aur ekdum loose t-shirts pehnana shuru kar diya jisme mere boobs pure dikhte agar mei jhukti ya leti hoti. Mei jaan bhuz kar uske room mei jaa kar let jaati ya beth jaati padhne ke bahane aur phir uska lauda pura time tana hua rehta tha. Mujhe bada maza aata tha ye.