Linda chuckled, “Had enough for one day then Rachel?”“Sure thing mom.”Linda put on a small lamp before turning off the main lighting and the c...bin was now in a soft warm glow. She came over and sat beside me.Then I felt her hand gently soothing my back; before slowly moving up to my neck, where her fingers lightly massaged; easing the tension from my body.“How’s that honey’?” she asked softly.“That’s real good mom,” I replied, in a near whisper.Linda’s hand eased down my back and began. The pony’s semen was forced back through her channeland literally flowed down her thighs, congealing on hernylons and gathering in sticky, yellowy white pools onthe floor. The pony spasmed one last time and thenwithdrew. The head of the penis was still flared and the womanwas rewarded with one last jet of semen which sprayedher bush as he dismounted. It’s black penis glistenedshiny and wet with his semen and the juices of theman’s wife. Through the woman’s hairy bush I. He laughed at her as she rose to her feet, crouching a little under the low ceiling, shaking herself to throw the ice and snow from her fur. She sprayed him with it, the slush getting his mouth and eyes and making him splutter. Now it was her turn to laugh as he doubled over to spit out the powder, pulling a solitary white hair from his mouth and wiping it on his suit in disgust.“Can you not do that outside?”She walked past him, planting her furry palm on his face and pushing him over as she. The one that plunges deep and reaches past your knees. The white toe heels, the four inch ones and the pecoack feather hair beret. But not all your hair just half. You smile at the image youve made in your head. Looking at me as though Im already dressed. Bra and Thong master? And what about jewlery? The question makes you smile again and you reach down pinching my nipples. The warm water has made them even more sensitive then they already are and I arch with your hand. Loving the feel of your.