Then he ... Ah fuck, you don't want to hear it ... He got the house and the bank account. I got the RV camp and the bills."Rod bought forty-nine perce...t of the camp when I couldn't handle the place by myself. We've expanded and fixed things up since then. My husband had inherited it when his father died, but Alex never did like running an RV camp, so I wound up with it in the divorce."Carla smiled at her. "Better than what happened to me. Fred has turned our lives around, though. But we'll talk. You grab my hair and pull me back and forth until you’ve had enough. You push me to the floor, my elbows on the couch, ass up in the air. You sit on the couch, legs spread in front of me. You slip your fingers into your soaking wet pussy and let me lick them clean. You taste so sweet… like nothing I’ve ever imagined. I’m on all fours and I know what’s coming. But you surprise me. You tell me you have to go to the bathroom. I expect you to get up, but instead, you push your pussy on to my face. *** Have you ever had one of those fantasies? You know, the ones that feel so real you begin to wonder if you are actually imagining them? Well, I do&hellip, because I have them all the time! Sometimes, they turn into a story, but mostly they remain trapped inside my brain. That is, until now&hellip, Writing all those equine bestiality stories got me thinking about horseback riding. Well, I was actually thinking about something else, but horseback riding was the first step ,). So, after a. Can you feel me?”“Oh god yes,” he said. Adam was breathing hard into the phone now, and I could feel my pussy grow wetter with every one of his breaths. God I loved to hear him turned on.“I'm stroking you faster now,” I said. “Jesus, you're so hard!”All I could hear were pants on the other end of the line and I knew that Adam was beyond talking at the moment.“Baby, I need your fingers inside me!” I told him. Adam's panting slowed and I knew he was collecting himself momentarily.“My fingers,” he.