” She seemed to have mellowed down from her sharp, irritating demeanour.“That’s great!” I said turning back to focus on the road, “Can I ple...se touch your boobs?”“WHAAAAT!? You don’t beat around the bush, do you? Touch my boobs and do what exactly?”Solid retort from her. In all this obsession with boobs, I had never really considered this – what would I really do on that one day, the very moment I finally get hold of boobs?“Stop with your fantasies you cheeky little pervert,” her domineering. I could see pre-cum start to drip from the tip of his cock and used it to make my hands more slippery. Butch started to shuffle his feet and I moved my hands faster, squeezing harder. Butch let out a sound something between a grunt and a whinny and cum shot out of his cock. I kept milking his cock until he had cum so much there was probably enough to fill a bucket. Wow, I thought about how much cum a horse could hold and also realized that I had a lot of cleaning up to do so no one would. Amy was looking up at me when I bent down and kissed her on the lips. I made it tender, light and let the kiss linger. I then move my head down to kiss her neck and from there I started planting a trail of kisses leading up to her ear. I also started touching Amy, taking a nipple between my finger and thumb and rolling it. This brought renewed mewing from deep within Amy's throat. I kept pulling and rolling each nipple which made Amy pant even more.I started to move my head down to her right. I found the boy to be very attractive, I mean he made my pussy super wet the first time I met him. But I never thought he would want to fool around with a fifty two year old woman that has three k**s. I figured this boy has pussy knocking on his door. After several weeks we all fell into a routine and Hans was part of the family. One weekend my husband took our k**s out of town leaving Hans and I alone. We went shopping and what not. Friday night we made a nice dinner and had some wine to.