I guess she must have noticed because, all of a sudden, she threw her foreleg around my shoulders and started to bawl again. I remember my coat gettin... soaked.After a while, she stopped crying and just sat there with me leaning against her. Did I ever tell you I am a sucker for being petted behind my ears? No? Well I am. Anyway, she started to rub me behind the ears in little circular motions. I guess I started to go to sleep or something, because a leaned over too far and almost slumped into. I then pulled her top up over her tits and slide my fingers up her thigh to the honey spot. Z came immediately but not as hard as she likes. She was clearly not done. Soon we had attracted a crowd. With my nod there were two guys behind her and one on the end seat. Hands were everywhere, including her left hand that was now stroking my exposed cock. With a dab of our ever present KY she was really arousing me. I, however was not the only player. The two behind us had a tit each. She is soon out of control when another massive orgasm approaches. She rides the man hard and then her body stiffens when she finally finds release. She falls forward and Lars wraps his arm around her, holding her tightly. A few seconds pass and then she jerks her hips several times and groans loudly into his shoulder. He caresses her trembling body while she gradually recovers from the very intense orgasm.Several minutes pass and since he still has not ejaculated, Lars rolls her over, keeping. “I’m Candy.”I was confused until I remembered Candy always played a role when teaching someone about bestiality. Today she was a horse trainer.“I’m Barbie,” I said, shaking the hand my girlfriend offered me.“Nice to meet you.”“You too,” I agreed.There was an awkward silence before Candy spoke again.“It seems like you’re the only one who showed up. Shall we begin?”I nodded, unsure what to expect.“Let’s start by covering horse safety protocols,” said Candy. “Then we can move on to more complex.