Yes here she is my private pony pulling my cart. Since you can’t see anything you’ll have to trust my descriptions. The cart before me is ...ather small and light weight, it resembles a buggy you’d see for harness racing at the track. But the horse that pulls this cart is special. Missy is a white female about twenty five years old. She has long blond hair fixed in a pigtail. How appropriate you might think. Besides her harness she is wearing knee high black boots and a bit in her . She got up and put on her robe. I got mine from my bag and we went to the bathroom to shower before coming back to her room to dress.“Are you bringing the poster and the hockey stick?” I asked, seeing them on the wall.“Of course I am! It wouldn’t be my room without your old hockey stick! Do you still skate?”“I haven’t skated much back in the States. I need to start again.”“We’ll remedy that for certain. I have my class schedule. I just need to get my books and then I’m all set to start school. It is dark and her hands and my legs are covered up by the table in front of us. I sweat. I can feel her breath in my ear breathing into it: “You haven't noticed her legs, her smile, her lips”. Her hands is moving towards my crotch. “Look at her curves. Isn't that an amazing well-shaped bum?”. I cannot help getting an erection as she opens my zipper. “Oh look at that. I can feel that you like big bums. Not sure why. Maybe you like to touch it”. Her hands are taking out my gear. “I certainly. “Oh my god,” Matt exhaled between their deliriously savage smooch.“You like it?”“Yeah,” Matt said, fighting for oxygen.Brett launched back to it. The sinewy, athletic guy pinned his friend to the bed and pushed up his legs. He spat into his hands and rubbed it all over his 6¾-inch-by-5½-inch tool. He placed the tip at Matt’s tight pink hole.“Owwww,” winced the first timer.“Sorry,” apologized Brett. “Let me work my finger in first.”“Mmmmm,” Matt moaned as he felt it slip inside of him.“Relax,.