I am incapable of resisting it. When it starts throbbing I can do nothing until it is satisfied.'It had started as a joke. Beverley and Carol had give... each other five year diaries on their eighteenth birthdays and both had promised to make a daily record of their sexual exploits. The idea being to exchange diaries when all the pages were full so they could read what each other had been doing. Beverley looked back at the entries she had made. Too many pages had only one entry, the number of. He had seen her; in the stable; sitting on the milking stall; sponging his bloody cock with warm soapy water. It wasn't natural!And she seemed to have no qualms over the family knowing it, sending his blood pressure soaring! It was stimulating yet demoralising to see his daughter fawning over this colts vibrant cock.The fantasy he'd held; of delighting her with his manhood had been shattered.She would have scorned his erection against the colt's shaft which she handled now with relish.You see,. "No, but if you want I put some beer in the fridge," she said. I went and got a beer and brought her a glass of water, even though she didn't ask for it. I sat there for a bit not knowing really what to say and not wanting to be cliche' with some "It'll be all right" or "At least she isn't in pain anymore." statements. You never really know what to say at moments like this, and saying the wrong thing can do more harm than good. I just held her hand and was there for her... I let her decide what. It felt good..As he knelt there, he put his hands on my arse, I felt his fingers start to part my arse cheeks. His finger gradually made their way to my arse hole as he started to give me a blow job, sliding my hard dick in and out of his mouth.One of his fingers started pressing on my hole, with all the soap, his fingers were slippy and the end of his middle finger broke the seal of my arse and started to gently push into my arse. Wow, I never had been with a bloke. I looked across at Laura.