The door swung closed behind me. On one of the beds was an open suitcase. A lacy powder blue bra hung halfway out of it. Kriti noticed me noticing her...undergarment, and quickly went to the bed, tucked everything inside and closed it. "Sorry," she said, looking embarrassed. "That's alright," I said. "I mean, it's not like it's the first time I've seen a bra." "Not my bra, though." She was actually blushing. It was very cute. "No, I guess I haven't," I admitted, and suddenly I was picturing. ”“Oh no? Things at home were just so rosy and peachy-keen that she didn’t need you? That she didn’t turn to you out of pure desperation cloaked in what appeared to be a mature business decision? One that blew up the minute a jealous girl told a silly lie which Samantha, as a mature adult, should have verified before she flew off the handle? Do I need to go on?”I took a deep breath and let it out.“No. I see your point. So what did you say to her?”“That I knew someone who could help her with her. Mr. Miller spread a blanket over the hay bale. Lie down, and spread those slutty legs. I did, and he smiled at me reaching down and pinching my hard nipples. Youre about to be filled with cum slut, with nasty horse cum. I moaned and saw Sheriff Owen leading the horse over. They positioned him so he was standing over the hay bale, over me. His long hard cock swung down, its mushroom head just inches from my stretched little cunt. I whimpered and bucked my hips. I want to fuck it&hellip, let me. She bought a few that vibrated and ones that were quite thick. She got off daily and had fun with her new toys.~~Leslie was home baking when her daughter came running into the house.“Kimberly are you home?”“Yes.”Leslie washed her hands and walked into the living room where her daughter was. “Weren’t you at Brian’s house? I thought you were staying the night?”“We broke up. He really sucks in bed.”Leslie sat next to her daughter on the couch and rubbed her back. Her daughter was very.