" I've dreamed about fucking a horse, have you ever done that?" Fucked a horse?" No, dreamt about it," Connie explained.Mary was embarrassed about how...direct Connie was with her sexual desires.She had been planning to tell Connie the facts of life and now Connie was telling her about all of her fantasies.Mary didn't know what to say or to do.She had been totally unprepared for Connie's attitude.She didn't know whether to be pleased or shocked."Have you fucked at all, Connie?" No, not yet, but. Woh suit salwar mei thi bina chunni ke jisme unka bahut saara clevage dikh raha tha unhone mujhe andar aane ko bola mai andar gaya aur bola ki ab samjhaiye us wale joke ka matlab ( guys us time 12:00 baj rahe the isliye unki beti aur pati dono bahar the aur meri chutti thi)Woh zor se hasne lagi aur kha ki chinta mat karo mai tumhe sab acche se samjha doongiFir woh mere paas aake baith gayi . Mera dil bahut zor se dhadakne laga . Riya ne kaha ki tum meri bra mei hath daalo tum sab khud ba khud. Er, this is that indication I was talking about earlier, the one that suggested 'Anne Ville', the stripper, was interested in men."Shakespeare wrote, 'Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned'. But Dante wrote that the deepest part of Hell was also the coldest, reserved for those like Satan, Brutus and Judas. And it was the author Conan Doyle, I believe, who wrote, 'Revenge is a dish best served cold'. Can you imagine, then, the consequences when Hell freezes over, and a fallen woman becomes a. About what would happen if he tried to mount me. I wasn’t sure if he could while I was chained like this, but maybe, if I could unchain myself, he would. I wanted to feel his cock sinking into my cunt as he claimed me, feel him fucking me a like a jack hammer, his knot swelling inside my hole, locking us together just before he floods me with his doggy cum. I wanted to feel it leaking slowly out of me as he stood there, his forelegs wrapped possessively around my waist, his furry haunches.