His brown hair was cropped close to his skull and laid in oiled down ringlets. He was obviously a man of means. He resembled nothing else so much as a...strutting peacock.The second horse, following the first, was ridden by a girl, or a young woman, looking to be about twenty years of age. She had a reasonably pretty face, if somewhat large-featured, and large expressive blue eyes. Her hair was golden blonde on the surface with a layer of darker almost brown underneath. It was worn loose, and. She was wearing cut off jean shorts, they wear really short shorts. The interior of the jeans’ pocket hung from the bottom of her shorts, her hips were almost fully exposed, the shorts were cut all the way to the waist band. The shorts were barely covering her panties, or maybe she isn’t even wearing any panties, I thought. Mrs. G tits were almost popping out her tight, light purple halter top shirt. Her shirt was at least two sizes too short for her, but I wasn’t complaining. I could clearly. His hips slightly thrust, and Abby fucking loves it, trying to suck him as he moves inside her. His action is unrelenting, and she knows he will cum in her mouth tonight. He won’t hold it back like he’s been doing, denying both of them pleasure the last few days. She can’t wait to taste it.Mat uses both hands, one fisting her hair, the other at the back of her head, a stopper so she can’t pull back too far. He knows he won’t be able to hold back this orgasm as well. He’s had blue balls for. I don’t take my eyes off her, wearing a beautiful green and gold dress, her hair flowing over her shoulders, and the same red lipstick as last time. Her bright white teeth show as she smiles widely, I stand up from the seat and we embrace. She smells as inviting as I remember. Some small talk, a couple of drinks and lots of laughter. The conversation flows naturally, she makes me feel comfortable being myself, being open and safe.I feel her foot gently rubbing up the back of my calf, it was the.