Then the pain left and I felt his penis sliding deep up into my belly, until he had penetrated me, balls deep. And as he began fucking me with long sl...w strokes, I could feel his balls bumping against the backs of my thighs, and I began wiggling my buttocks, like a girl, in time to the hardcore rap music playing on the overhead, naked and unashamed, as this big black bull bred me in the booth of the adult arcade. Every thought was running through my head, but one sweet thought, that of my wife,. I said, “Rajiv, no, stop.” But I have no power to stop him. He came over me and again we kissed and he was sucking my tongue and I was sucking his tongue – passionately. He simultaneously squeezing my boobs one by one. He started kissing my neck and opened my shirt button and pressing my boobs from over the bra. I was moaning, “Aahhhhhh, aaahhhhhhh, Rajiv.” He was squeezing my boobs and going down, licking my bevel and moved down. He opened my skirt and removed it, along with it removed my. Red sparks ricocheted across the backs of his squeezed eyelids.Slowly it ended. Sanity returned, and he began to exert his own will to control his body. The coughing stopped. He felt his erection in his fist, still as firm as his body was weak. He just wanted to sleep for a month to recover, but Boner Boy was asking for another round. He released the throbbing shaft and let his face sag into the water.Long, white strings were floating seaward in the gentle current, breaking up into shorter. As I came out, I noticed Lucy at my remuda corral, watching Margarite and Jughead. She was dressed in sweats. It looked like we had interrupted her morning jog. As I walked up, she exclaimed: “That is a beautiful horse, Mr. Reynolds.”“Thanks, Ms. Rutledge. Here give this to her.” I pulled out butterscotch and showed her how to feed Margarite. As we talked, I got a cup of coffee for both of us. “Tell me, Ms. Rutledge, how did you end up out here, in the middle of nowhere?”“I grew up in Chicago,.