.I wasted no time and shoved my hard dick into her tight pussy..It was hot like an oven inside her..I was fucking her hard with deep strokes..She was ...oaning like a slut..She told me to lie down..And sat on my cock..She was taking my cock balls deep into her pussy.I was slamming her pussy hard..After a few hard strokes she squirts all over me..She looked happy and told me that this was the best sex she ever had..She asks me to get some butter from the kitchen..I went to the kitchen thinking why. He would stroke their thick bodies gently, talking nonsense words tothem, until they were calm, then allow them to sniff and nuzzle his hand. Thenhe would gently push them away and collar their perplexed foal. He would leavethe mare to sniff its daughter's collar suspiciously for the few moments beforeall recollection of the event faded from her dull brain. ?The last foal he collared was the youngest; atiny creature of little more than a month old, no larger than a human baby ofthree years.. "I'm sorry," he offered uncertainly."Oh, don't apologize! I can't stand men who say 'I'm sorry' in that masculine, reserved tone. Just be quiet!"A pause ensued, a pause which Scarlet found rather awkward, but which Constance seemed not to notice at all as she stood contentedly gazing out over the bay. After a minute she walked to the rail and leaned over with her face looking down. Scarlet, looking at her, thought how it seemed impossible for her to assume an ungraceful attitude.The men of the. When I arrived M welcomed me (he actually looks a bit like me and is of similar build, although slightly larger and I wondered if that was one reason they chose me?)There was no immediate sign of S but M gave me a drink and we started chatting about photography etc. M had decided we would get S to pose for some photos (he had set up studio lights in their sitting room) and we would then just see what (if anything) develops. Then S came in; she looked lovely, bright eyed and I guess a bit.