She rang me up and nervously bagged my stuff.I asked if she was okay, and she said, “Yes,” but I could tell she was a little rattled. I headed out...to my car and twisted the cap off my Coke. I couldn’t get the young clerk out of my mind. She was cute and refreshingly nice, so I stepped back into the store to see if things were okay. She met me with a smile and asked if I had forgotten something.“Yeah,” I replied, “I forgot to say ‘thanks’ and tell you how beautiful you are.”She blushed and. I am not much of a horseman, I just never liked horses that much. I much preferred a Humvee, thank you. The result was that I found riding Charley a literal pain, so I had the saddle softened to the consistency of a nice cushion and had Honeybunch reduce my weight to 50 pounds, which was enough to make it easy for me to stay aboard Charley, but not to put much stress on either him or me. When I dismounted, Honeybunch increased my weight to my nominal 183 pounds. A horse can tell when he has an. His donkey prick jerked and shuddered and quaked and inches-long streams of viscous cock cum erupted like bolts of lightning from its joyous tip! Lost in an impossible dream daze, the sailor felt awestruck as he came harder than ever before and many shots after boiling shots of white, burning-hot sperm rocketed out of the siren-tortured tip of his finally relieved horn.At first, the Mer-Queen reared back, shocked and frightened by the sudden, wet, hot, unknown and unexpected eruption. The first. Then it stopped - the car had pulled off the road down a bumpy track, one henchman getting out for a piss, dragging slut onto the ground to clean up the last drops dripping from his cock.Then slut couldn’t help letting go of her own stream, getting a thorough kicking for soaking his boots.Back in the car the driver - that slut recognised as Gillian's dad from the race meeting, had swapped places with one of his men. It was pretty obvious from the erection poking out of his trousers that he.