I think we both need a shower and a change out of these traveling clothes." she slid off the bed and out the door.That Ginny maintained a separate cat...gory in her mind for clothes dedicated to travel was amazing to me, but I just filed it away under the ever expanding category labeled 'Women Think Different'.My bathroom was large, and had both a large tub, one of those old fashioned high backed Cast Iron tubs, and a very large shower. I imagined briefly sharing that tub with Ginny, but managed. I was too involved in alternately squeezing Suzanne’s ass, pulling her hips towards me, or leaning forward to cup both of her tits. Frankly, I was in heaven and didn’t want a moment’s interruption.“But...” he stuttered, “but he’s not wearing a condom! I thought you said that was your rule.”“Yeah, I suppose you’re right,” she replied. “Mr. B. Would you mind? Do you have a condom?”Me? A condom? Not likely. I hadn’t even had sex with anyone for well over two years.“Sorry,” I answered, “no, I. I’m Ellie.” As I considered shaking hands I considered the darkness and my coordination in the past couple of minutes and decided against it. “It’s probably best not to shake hands just now.” A low, easy hint of a laugh reminded me of my dad. “You’re probably right. I’m Dan.” He sort of hugged me with a brief squeeze across my shoulders. A moment of quiet between the pair of us allowed my attention to shift to the sounds of others with us. One young man phoned a supervisor to let them know he. The horse's long cock emerged and he mounted the mare, sliding the huge length into her. As the stallion fucked the mare, Cindy looked at me and gave me a funny, knowing smile.As the horse dismounted and trotted off his thick cum continued to pour out of the mare. “Lucky horse,” I said. “Which one?” she countered, smiling. After I turned back to the animals I saw her sneak a glance at my crotch.Out at the farm I was turning my Aunts head as well.One winter night while heading home from.