She leaned down, kissing me on the mouth. I groaned, our lips moving, touching, caressing each other in a most unsisterly kiss. Our incestuous passion...swelled. Our tongues dueled as she settled her body on mine.Her breasts kissed my breasts. Her nipples against my nipples.A hot shiver ran through me as her futa-dick rubbed against my pussy covered by my soft down of pubic hair. I whimpered into the kiss, the tension melting out of my body as we loved each other in the darkness of our bedroom.My. . Good girl.”He smiled. “Good. That's a good start. But I want you to be my good girl. Are you my good girl?”She chewed her bottom lip for several seconds before she nodded, silently.“Oh no no no,” he told her, standing up and immediately making her feel tiny beneath his enormous frame. “I want to hear you say it. Say that you'll be my good little girl, Slut.”Again she clenched at her new title, a fresh trickle of wetness arcing down her thighs.“I...” she blinked, steadied her breath and. When she had liberallydrenched me she towelled me down with a coarse horse blanket, it mayhave been coarse but after the cold it felt like fleecy down. Once I wasclean and dry she led me back into my stall. I noticed as we enteredthat there was a different set of hoof gloves and boots awaiting us anda different rubber body suit. It was again black but it had pie balding,and it was very glossy."Lets start with your bridal and mane," said Julia.She removed the older bridal and replaced it with a. "I can barely hear it now."Then it was over. I squeezed his dick and shook it a couple of times. "Is he done?" Becky asked."Yup," Ben answered.I leaned over and licked the little drop that was oozing from his piss slit. Just then, he let squirt a little tiny burst of pee right on my lips."You shit," I said. "You should have given me warning." What'd he do?" Becky asked."He peed on my lips." Cool." I thought," Ben said, "after what you said about drinking Dad's pee, you'd be okay with it." Of.