When they broke for air she picked up her pants. Tom announced, ‘I’ve met my Spirit Guide,’ and patted the flank of the docile mare. ‘My Indi...n name will be ‘Kicking Horse’.’ Willow smiled, and said, ‘Too bad she wasn’t a donkey. Then you’d be ‘Kicking Ass’. The remark caused an outbreak of laughter that bordered on hysterical. Realizing they might be overheard and danger was still very real, they lowered their voices and picked up the packages. ‘Shouldn’t we take the horse?’ asked Willow.. Dave and I hadn’t been out like this since...well probably since before he got married.Now I know how that sounds, but it isn’t like that at all. Dave and Adeline’s wedding was a big turning point in all of our lives. They got married and launched their new business all in the same day, and I had a brand-new job lined up across town. We wouldn’t be seeing much of each other after they tied the knot.We texted here and there, but when my ringtone went off and I saw Dave’s contact photo I knew. Abby came again and again, it was one orgasm on top of the other, on top of the next. Every orgasm felt more intense than the last, his fist hurt, stretching her out that far, but felt divine at the same time. Her body being totally filled by him turning her on in a way she didn’t even realize was possible. After what seemed like an eternity, he slowly slipped his hand out of her tight pussy and grasped her hips to pull her to her hands and knees, keeping his cock buried in her tight ass as he. She drove with an obvious extra enthusiasm, driving probably twice as fast as we had the night before, obviously eager to get there and get our already moistening pussys satisfied. As we drove, we threw caution to the wind, as all three of us were already at least halfway through our first beer, of which we brought enough so that we could each have a few. We all finished before we even got to the spot, Tracy and myself chugging as much as we could for the kind of fun that we knew we both.