I could only hope Pat had similar sensations. Judging by the intensity in her eyes and the short time to climax, she was. "Again!" I ordered. Pat used...both hands on herself. One massaging her clit, the other fingering herself. Both were covered in her juices. Pat became consumed pleasing herself. She had no idea I was stroking my cock, the head not far from her lips. I watched as Pat's body stiffened. Her hips lifted and her hands froze. Pat's whole body quivered as she reached another more. The thrill and excitement of riding under her horse stark naked with a big horse cock buried in her cunt with everyone?s eyes glued to her body was turning her on like she hadn?t been since the derby race. She could feel her cunny getting wet and leaking all around her vagina. This was something that she wanted to do again.Harry looked at his wife and asked her, ?What do you think about this idea baby doll??Jean didn?t hesitate, ?I like it. I want to do it, but it will have to be very. But eventually, I threw out a comment that made them think twice about all of this."In the other life," I explained matter-of-factly, "I was an only child. There was no Eileen, and no Seamus. They simply didn't exist."As soon as those words left my mouth, the look on the girls' faces changed from tolerant bemusement to alarm. They knew that there was no way I'd ever kid around about something like that. I stopped for a minute, giving them a chance to say what was on their mind, but neither of. I went into my room, which still had most of my stuff lying where I'd left it, a tribute to my normal life. Sitting atop my dresser was a sword and dagger set that Dad had bought me a few years ago, the set I'd been drooling over for a while. I briefly regretted never having learned how to use the sword but grabbed one of the long, sharp daggers and tied it on my belt loop. It was a little awkward but I felt better knowing I had something besides a small pocket knife with me, even if I doubted.