Yes, she appreciated, as she should, the sensation of a man’s ten-inch dong ramming her hungry pussy balls-deep. But she knew of a better option whi...h no man could satisfy.She was riding in her pick-up truck with a coworker one day when she happened to see a horse out in a field, its cock dangling proudly from its hindquarters. It had to have been at least a foot flaccid, and the horse was standing perfectly still, allowing its cock to waver slightly in the breeze. Raza moaned gently to. RING! ... RING! ... What the fuck? Oh ... the phone. I reached over to the night table and picked up the portable there.“Hello.”“Hey bro’, how’s it going on the home front?” My older brother’s cheerful voice rang out over the phone. I looked over at the clock; 3:38pm. Good, we’d had about an hour and a half of sleep.“Dave. Everything’s okay. No problems.” I felt Emma stirring beside me and felt her hand snake down over the leg of my shorts until she wrapped her fingers around my cock.“Emma. “Was I okay?” she abruptly asks. “I hope I wasn’t terrible. What did your friends say?” I finish the substantial amount of whiskey a little too fast because I find my head spinning once I set the tumbler down on the coffee table. I say, “They were enamored by you. They wouldn’t stop talking about how perfect you were.” Her cheeks redden. “I’m not perfect… but that’s sweet of them.” She pauses and says, “I’m not going to judge you, but what about Miranda? What if she finds out?” I sigh before. Emily and I looked at each other and burst out laughing. Tears covered Emily's face."You know—"I couldn't keep going, even as I tried to stifle my laughter. Emily did her best to keep a straight face and failed. She reached across the table to put her hand on Rob's arm. Looked around at our fellow guests. Nobody was paying attention to us, thank heavens."Rob, did you know those are the exact words your grandparents used to describe us when we were your age?"Emily started to laugh once more. Her.