And she licked his relaxing tool clean.She released it and swallowed a few more times. She kissed the long limp organ gratefully.For a second she felt...a twinge of regret at having gone down on him so soon. For during all that day, with all its sex play, she had not yet come properly, or so she thought. But the blow job had been wonderful; one of the best she'd ever given. He'd be firm again and would last longer the second time! Then she'd get a cuntful and savour every second of it, every hot. She would have to find a drink fast. Then she saw a young virile male, fully erect, cock brushing the grass. Emma: Poor thing, it must hurt. I would hate if I had something that sensitive getting all cut up by the grass. I need to find you a healthy mare to take care of you!In reality, the horse loved the grass tickling his cock, what was painful was the lack of stimulation! Emma: The other horses don’t want you huh? Poor thing, I know you want to cum. Cum. That could…Emma salivates with what. "Your legs do look nice though," I said, "now that you've shaved them." "Thanks," she said, "I'm good at it, see." She extended her leg to me. "Not a hair left." "Wow" I murmured rapturously. "You wanna feel?" she said hesitantly, but with a flirty smile across her white teeth. I nodded and gently extended a hand to her leg. I slowly slid my hand up it, experiencing how smooth and soft her skin really was. Wondering to myself how high I dared to go, and how far she wanted me too, I made it all. Non-stop." Are you OK? You sound so tired." I am tired. Long days. I wish I could be there, Tory. I'd love to see you again. I'll be back on Wednesday afternoon. Can you stay?" she asked. It almost sounded as if she was pleading."No ... sorry ... I can't. I'm getting ready to start my new business in the New Year and I've got lots to do. Sorry," I trailed off."Yeah ... me too. Maybe next time," she said in a hopeful tone."Yeah ... maybe next time." I held no expectation that it would ever.