" Are you from Texas? I hear that everyone there has horses and big ranches and girls get to grow up to be cowgirls and snog handsome tall and strong ...owboys! Do you have a horse?" She asked with intense interest, the sniffles now quite forgotten for the moment."Sorry no, but my father was born in Oklahoma and was half-Cherokee Indian. I got to ride horses often as boy, but while away at summer camp. At the moment I live in a tiny apartment in Virginia that's even smaller than your mum's flat.". It was a real turn-on for me to strip down some of the wives, who let me feel them up as I took off their clothing. One wife was down to her bra and another were walking around in just a blouse and their panties. But the husbands under the mistletoe were the ones having most of the fun. They got more and more aggressive on each round, feeling up the girls and even putting her hands under their blouses and dresses. But all the attention was still on Karen, who was the only one who was topless.. She sucked me for 10 min and I said lets do it and I took out condom from my jeans pocket and wore it and she said she was a virgin please do it slowly I said okay and I slowly inserted my dick in her cunt and she started to scream and I slowly moved it to and fro and after a while after she settled I gave all my pressure and gave a harder push my dick went in and her pussy was filled it blood and she told its hurting to remove it and I smooched her and started fucking her slowly and became ok. Three large dogs live together in this one. She knew each by name; they had cared for them a half dozen times in the past when their owners, the Marches, went on vacation. Every year they spent two months traveling out of country—the rich bastards—leaving their dogs in their care. The three were big dogs, but friendly. Two of them were Irish Wolfhounds, and the other a Mastiff. All of them male.Soon as she entered, the three dogs got up and walked over to her tails wagging. She pet the three.