It began prancing about the corral at a comfortable speed.Velvet directed her steed to the stables. Her crotch was wet from the cunt juice that had se...ped out of her. She had nearly succumbed to a orgasm.As it was, her hot seething spasm had already afforded her much rapture. She was pleasantly glowing as she led the horse into the barn. It went directly to the stall.Once in the stall she dismounted and prepared to brush down her horse. This was the best part of all. She loved brushing her. It was just after my 17th b’day that my dad came home and told us that he was getting married again, and he wanted to have it on my 18th b’day and also wanted me to be his best man. My mother said nothing, but told me to do it. When i went to my dad’s place i met his to be wife, and she said “i am karunya, you can call me karunya” i said it was fine by me for i could never call her mother and she said “good, you have made yourself clear, because i never want to be like a mother to you but would. I bit my lip to keep my screams from drowning out the sounds of my wet pussy swallowing his cock. I grabbed the back of his head, rocking slow and long circles against his lap. ‘You feel so… God, so fucking amazing,’ he breathed, grabbing my hips, pulling me harder against him. ‘Oh, shit,’ I breathed, resting my forehead against his when feeling my orgasm hit me like a tornado. ‘Oh yes, Darrel, yes,’ I cried, holding my body still against his as my orgasm came in waves. By that point my ears. She had a built in need to bond with me, but I still saw her as an overly complex toy. My boyhood fantasy come to pass, not a real person. I managed to stay away for a couple hours, collecting random groceries in town.When I returned she was lying on the living room floor, still in her cute little santa's helper skirt. She was coloring. She'd found my old pastels and was filling in a series of sketches. Her hands were a blur. When I entered she stopped her work and looked up, smiling as she.