And I swear she was looking at my dick. Now Brownie was a very relaxed horse most of these little horses are they have been breed to be so. So I had ...o fear of her acting up and walked over to her to see if she had water and feed to see if she would quiet down and stop interfering with my jerk off session. Then it got really strange. She turned around and showed me her backside. Her vulva were swollen and you could actually see the juices dripping from her, horse pussy for lack of a better. Who is that? Wasn't the front door closed when I passed it? 1000 thoughts at once. And again: even tho he's just whispering - I know that voice. Dammit. I nod carefully and he pulls my head a bit to the side. There's something over his head - a ski mask? He kisses my neck. What on earth? Seriously? But for some reason it felt good. Too good.His grip around my mouth loosens. “Just enjoy.” There’s that voice again. Along with his smell and touch he doesn’t feel threatening. He feels familiar.. ‘It’s not a problem Claire.’ I giggled. ‘I had to have a little play myself this afternoon, hence sending the pic to Andy’. ‘I’m still horny though and I need cock babes’ she was grinning again now as she wiped her pussy clean and began to put her tits back in her dress. While she touched up her make up I lingered in the cubicle and couldn’t resist sliding my hand inside my own knickers, I was wet and sticky again and now craving some serious cock fun myself. The sensation of slowly circling my. At twenty-four years of age, bimbos were all Steve knew. He had made his first one at his seventeenth birthday party when Tracy Robinson refused to make out with him and from that moment he developed the taste that nothing other than planet-sized breasts, cock-hungry lips and a giggle that could make jelly go stiff could satisfy. But Janie was the one. He knew it and was prepared to do anything for her. So on the night of her twenty-second birthday, he promised her he would give up bimbos.