Moune didn't recognise what it was. It certainly didn't look like anything she'd ever seen before. She walked over to it with intrigue, and reached ou... to pick it up...She regretted that. The instant she touched it, she felt an incredible pain in her hands, as it burned her skin with its incredible heat. It was strange though, since she's felt no heat radiating from it, and it did not seem to be damaging the table."Cressida, is that you?" A male voice shouted. "I told you to stay in your lamp!". I guess we’ll have tae hope we don’t need to do anything fancy.” She was not happy with the loss of maneuverability. She noticed that all the color had gone out of Colin leaving him looking sickly in the midday sun. “Have a seat, Mister Strong. Ye’re relieved. Let’s ‘ave your mate get some practice on the wheel.”“Aye, Captain,” Colin mumbled. He was thankful. Just that much exertion and he was worried he might vomit. He’d been in fights before, but nothing had ever felt this bad. He sat down on. “Slowly please.” She moans in response.So now, instead of trying to feed more into her, he starts to fuck her tight young pussy with just the couple of inches, holding her left leg up by the ankle, out of his way. Back and forth he rocks, pulling his member completely out every time before plunging it back into her.Gradually, as he feels her juicing up and her pussy start to loosen, he feeds more into her until eventually he his fucking her with 6 inch or so of equine cock. And he still has. " After pointing to a spot where several dozen cans of beer could be seen the tall, blonde haired Paling patted the blonde on the head. "This rather ravishing wench..." Wench!" laughed Roger. "Isn't that a little old-fashioned?" Maybe it is," he held his right hand against the back of her head and slowly thrust around four or five inches of what had to be a 10-inch cock in and out of her welcoming mouth, "but to me it sounds infinitely better than the word slut which means much the same.