Most real men tend to appreciate that sort of honesty in a “nice piece of ass” and usually did their best to meet her expectations after she had s...ffered a hard cold spell of “no cockitus”.It was a chilly day late in October when she stood on the stoop of her building looking for something and not quite certain what it was that she was looking for on the almost deserted street. The department of sanitation street washing truck had just sprayed the gutters with non-potable water and the scent of. .." he trailed off and looked down at the mug in his hands on his lap.She put down her mug and moved across the room and knelt by him, took his drink and placed it on the table, then took his hands."I'm sorry I ran away. I just ... I couldn't face being closed up the rest of my life." I know, and I should have known better..."Tears were rolling down both their faces; truth to tell, both her mother and her fiancée were near tears themselves."Lindy..." her father swallowed hard, "when you rang. ?Pronto? had not lost allher human sympathies. The Loner had always been gentle with her. She only usedthe crop when Pronto got frisky. She had never dug in the spurs; at least notsince that time they had chased Sexy Red out of Nub City. Even then it had only been from frustration becauseSexy had gotten away. The settling back down ofthe dust in Dry Gulch Valley after the cattle drive had passed, had notentirely covered the unmistakeable prints of thehooves of Pronto?s fellow ponygirls,being. She felt my pussy tighten around her finger. Then she opened her mouth and huffed hot air on my sensitive nub. This had me writhing with need. She repeated, switching from cool to hot air. My moans were getting louder, my hips curling up trying to gain friction with Casey’s mouth and fingers. When I started begging, Casey latched onto my clit and drove three of her fingers deep into my pulsing channel. This was all I needed, and I broke into a million pieces around the sensual ministrations of.