Ignoring my growing embarrassment (which wasn't the only thing still growing) he sat down on a low rock and pulled off his boots. I heard a sharp clic... as the buckle of his belt hit the rock as he slipped his jeans down his long legs. Like many experienced male riders, I could see that he was wearing a jockstrap under his shorts, which, much to my disappointment, he kept on as he made his way gingerly down the stony bank and into the cool water. He plunged forward, his long hair floating behind. Eventually he came in and made his way upstairs. I waited a few minute to give him time to mount her, then I heard her. She was obviously being humped, and he was making all these strange noises, both in unison. I went upstairs and looked in. He was on top, her legs were over his back and wide open, as he was fat. He was humping her with great effort but inside her he was as I watch with amazement at his cock sliding in and out of her. I stood and masturbated, I came twice in rapid succession,. I don’t need your wrath to protect me. Your love will be enough, OK?’ And then,’I’m sorry I yelled, Pooh.’ I’ve been yelled at by top-kicks, I’ve been yelled at by enemies and allies. But I’ve never been so determined to take a lesson to heart as I was at that moment, and I was determined to learn and do better. ‘You’re right. I’m sorry for that, I really am. I think that violence is all I’ve known for so long that it’s kind of a knee-jerk reaction for me. I will try to do better. OK, Piglet?’. You’re perfume fills the air, its scent is one of ecstasy, I can not savor it enoughI ask, you answer, the moment is nearThe bubbles of love are about to appearI start with your hair, it fills me with excitement, its soft texture thrills meMy hands comb it’s fabric, it is so fineYour face tells me you are readyReady for more, ready for bubbles of loveThe water is pouring, it’s just right; I’ve made sureI turn back, too stare, you fill meFill me with the passionThe love I desireI am naked, my.