She told me about saddling horses and going for half-day or even full day rides across their ranch. That was actually how she had broken her nose, bei...g thrown off a horse who had been spooked by a piece of paper fluttering in the wind.A friend of mine in North Carolina owned several horses so I usually rode several times a month but Susan rode nearly every day. Well, at least until she started college.We told each other about hunting, fishing and camping in our respective states. She loved. Yeah, I love feeling that hard cock just glide in between my asscheeks. C'mon you cheek fucking stud. Fuck them. Yeah fuck those warm, soft, pillowy cheeks. Give Serena an assjob. I fucking love assjobs! I love your fucking cock assjobbing these cheeks.” Jaime cooed next. “I love watching your cock slide in and out of that ass valley. Oh yeah Serena. Mash those fucking boobs against mine. Going tit to tit with your big fucking boobs! Yeah that's it you big boobed slut!” “Fuck yes. Fuck my big. ‘Hello, Carissima.’ he murmured in a silken voice, giving her ear the briefest nuzzle. His body was oversized, but not grotesquely, his hands were graceful as he cradled a huge tub of popcorn. ‘Hello,’ she said and instantly regretted it. For years she wanted to see this man, to hear his voice, to claim a bear hug from him, among other things. He’d written erotic stories she loved, as well as sharing an exotic spirituality. A simple ‘hello’ wasn’t the way she wanted to speak to him the first. I did not felt anything for his words and one moment I felt bad that I lost a guru who teaches me yoga nicely and in the mean time I was happy that he won’t get a chance to stare me or touch me purposefully.But a bad news was waiting for me and from that everything went so forcefully and changed my life and the views I had on men. I will explain what exactly happened on that day.George called me one day and he was angry and he was smiling inside because he knew what is going to happen after his.