My cousin didn’t go either (which surprised no one), because she had plans to spend the entire weekend with her mangaytair. Things had been getting ...omewhat strained between the two of them and she felt that after a hot weekend of nonstop sex, everything would eventually smooth over. She felt there wasn’t anything between her and her boyfriend that couldn’t be straightened out after she spread her legs for him. So that particular Friday night I had turned in around midnight. I was just about. Scrolling through the list of Ursulas on the search page I found one with a picture that looked like hers. She got my friend request and accepted. It seemed as though I was the only person online at the moment so we started talking as I looked through her pictures. Hey I said casually. Hey she answered, Today was exhausting huh. I guess so, was this your first time skiing? No&hellip, Time passed slowly. You dont have many pictures on facebook How would you know that? Im on your profile Why? Her. It’s not the first time I’ve encountered a person on my moonlit travels, but it is the first time that I haven’t considered it a death knell to my precious solitude. This woman is different. It is almost as though she is a living part of the landscape, the jewel in the crown and the gold in the stream. Within seconds, I find myself wanting to watch her for an eternity. All too soon, she rises out of the water, shaking a glittering shower of droplets from her long dark hair. Her eyes turn. After the 50th lash she was removed from the whipping post and placed over a device designed to accommodate horses for mating. Prick was then led over her and eagerly and easily entered her cunt. The poor slave screamed for mercy but would find none in this hell. ~~~The beautiful naked blonde pushed the plow alongside her a****l mate under a torrid tropical sun. Suddenly a vicious lash from the carriage whip bit into her right breast drawing a trickle of blood. "WORK, SLAVE, WORK!" shouted the.