I walked to shack 3 and waited for her to come, she appeared, saw me and smiled. I walked into the shack, she went to the washroom first and then came...and knocked on my jute door. I opened it and there she was a perfect MILF.I hugged her and placed my wet lips on hers, she bit me and put her tongue in my mouth to play with mine. I moved my hand gently to her boobs placed them over her saree and squeezed them hard, the more I squeezed her boobs the more she sucked my tongue and moved her hand. He was not religious in any way, a plus because I didn't want judgment. We talked over the phone a few times. And had nearly met a couple of times before. Now finally we were standing outside his house, in a rich suburb outside of Chicago, checking each other out.It was one of those lovely, warm summer nights with the sweet night air blowing, the moon bright in the sky and amorous intentions in the air.“You're really pretty,” he was saying, obviously relieved.I could relate. I was thankful to. We were in jeans, tee shirts and running shoes. While we were busy getting the horses ready, Miss Stella appeared in the barn and supervised. She didn’t say anything but I had the distinct feeling she was deciding if these city women knew what to do. She was impressed, though, with what Helen had already learned and said so. She did make the comment, though, that we should be careful of our feet in the stirrups with these shoes. She suggested we invest in a pair of cowboy boots for riding to. With both our excitements, that got his final thrust all the way, which I took, all his 7 1/2 inches were in me ready to explode inside my VERY VERY VERY HOT ASS . He started to pump me at an evenly, timing manner, with every pump he would go out more until my ass was just wide enough, by this time he 'd take it all out and shove it back in to my wanting more ASS. For about 25 minutes he was letting me have it, with his 71/2 inch and thick manhood. I suddenly heard him moan.