It would be weird to have fully or half clothed people around because they might just be there to check people out. They explained it really is odd fo... about 10 minutes and then honestly you forget all about it. They said they found that the atmosphere there was more fun and party like, probably because that is where the more free-minded and uninhibited people tended to hang out. We agreed that did sound interesting. Then my wife asked if the guys were walking around with hard-ons, and if there. She was mollified a little as Frank's tongue found her sleepy little clit and began flicking back and forth, not quite touching it, but surrounding her little pleasure nub with sloppy, warm wetness that made it feel every hot breath.Tilting her head back so that Frank's cock was rubbing against her forehead, she arced back farther, trying to reach it with her tongue. She jerked back and Frank stopped moving instantly as his cock slipped off her forehead and gouged her in the eye.Now, it was. "I kept looking at the doorway, even after she was gone. What was that supposed to mean? I again replayed the previous evening. More things were coming back to me. Kristin had tried to get my clothes off, but I was too drunk to help. And then before I could really stop her, she had shoved my jeans down to mid-thigh. Maybe that was what Cassie meant. I mean, I was passed out when she stripped me, so surely I didn't look like I was 'wanting' to be naked then.After only a couple of minutes, she. I had missed it. He gave me weary eyes and rode ahead of me. I glanced at Tilda. She smiled and pushed forward with her horse. I took a deep breath and looked down at the beast beneath me. He seemed calm enough. I tried to nudge him forward, but he didn’t move. ‘Come on, they’re leaving us. Move it.’ The horse shook its huge head and I sighed. ‘I promise, that if you get me there in one piece, I’ll give you an apple?’ I said. Don’t horses like apples? The great horse leapt forward, startling.