They appeared to be playing some kind of board game. Both had insulated plastic cups in front of them and Rachel could see the steam escaping from the...hot beverages. Next to them was a small folding table that contained what looked like breakfast dishes.Sarah was dressed warmly in a down jacket, corduroy pants, red boots and a winter-white newsboy cap. Rachel was puzzled. Where had those clothes come from? Her daughter looked relaxed and happy, the sadness and uncertainties of the last days and. "Ah ... ahhh ... ahhh! Don't bite me," she gasped heatedly. Warm cuntjuice saturated the crotch of her bikini panties as she stood in frontof the pony. Her knees trembled.Head in the clouds, she backed away from the hungry pony. Her passionhad made her bold, reckless. With a carefree air, she took off herpanties and jeans. She stood totally naked.She staggered back to the pony, wrapped her arms around his thick neckand hugged him. Then passion took over."Un, un, un!" Moaning deliriously, she. Earlier as i was working her lower back she was moaning a lot more in a tone much more sexual sounding than the sound of release that people usually made. I never thought anything of it until I saw the wetness on her panties.I am a professional, I don't appreciate being asked for the 'happy ending' and have physically removed people (mostly men) from the table (I have a black belt in karate). But this woman is hot and it was not like she was asking for anything! I decided to ignore this and. As she saunters away shaking her ass, she pulls the pencil skirt up the rest of the way allowing me to see the top of your stockings being held up with a garter belt and no panties. Her beautiful heart shaped ass looks supple and beckons me near. She turns around and slides onto the desk. Giving me a devilish smile and come-hither eyes, I stand my cock is still erect and twitching. I walk over to her and we embrace in a passionate kiss. I kiss down her neck and to her cleavage pulling the rest.