It felt as fathers orgasm had been extended in this way, so I was quite proud to be able to do this. So we were both somewhat frazzled. After grooming... we fell fast asleep. Sunday morning, I was still somewhat exhausted, and while we ate breakfast, my rear hole reminded me that dads cock had been there the night before, but it was a wonderful kind of reminder, and father could also feel my reaction when I sat on the chair. This caused dad to laugh a bit, and asked if there were other things Id. I slammed into his lap, burying his quaking cock. “Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” His hands quickly grabbed my waist and pulled me closer as his cum poured into my pussy. “Oh, fuck, Aria!”“Cum for me, baby! Cum in my tight, little Asian pussy!” I screamed. “Oh, shit, baby!” The heat of his orgasm burned. He pumped my pussy hard with each surging gush of cum. My entire body jiggled from the impact, knocking my brains loose. “Don’t stop… don’t stop… I’m cumming… I’m cumming again!”I reached down and grabbed. He stood at 15 hands high and they said he weighed in at 1149 lbs, impressive for his breed and I named him Colonel for his proud stance. That summer my parents were away a lot and with most girls on vacation I got to learn to ride him without trouble, even taking the time to care for him. We got along well and I felt that we really connected.I can remembering walking the mall shops listening to regular teens talk about their first times, whispering to each other who was fucking who and who had. He was hoping that the symbol of the recognition he had received would cheer him, but all it did was remind him of all his lost friends and allies.He clenched the medal tightly and said, to no one in particular, "I just wish someone could dish out a little justice to that psycho."From behind him, he heard, "I think that could be arranged."He turned and saw a two foot tall man dressed all in green. He rubbed his eyes and said, "I must have cracked under the pressure." Not quite. Look, boy-o, let.