“I guess. I don’t think I imagined it. Do you think I was hallucinating?” “Definitely,” he chuckled gently. “It wouldn’t be the first ti...e.” Now he was mocking. She pushed him playfully on the shoulder, a bit giddy from her earlier run-in. Their naked bodies brushed together momentarily and she felt his substantial hardness brush against her hip just as her heavy breasts brushed his chest. He paused for a moment and gave her a hard look before the mood broke. He lightly dunked her and then swam. ‘No, you are nothing short of a saint,’ he breathed, while slowly walking to her horse with his arm around her neck. ‘A stupid saint.’ At that, she froze and felt a sharp object, most likely a knife, jutting her in the back. Miraculously, her young crippled traveler was healed, as he seemed to be standing just fine. With a loud whistle, another man materialized from the snow-covered trees and tried to grab Walking Light. She whinnied furiously and reared up on her hind legs trying to fend him. They actually accentuated her breasts, outlining the fullness and size of them whenever she moved. They would sway and jiggle slightly, and at times her large nipples would be visible in the cloth. The night shirts would drape over and hug her hips, so when she bent over the material would snugly cling to her ample, but firm, ass.o0oAs I pictured her in my mind I felt a stirring in my groin. My cock was slowly beginning to harden. I ran my fingers along it's length, going over the material of. My new pussy was molding to his size. Soon he was all the way in at the end of my canal. He began fucking me and I was in heaven. We were both sweating and he was playing with my big tits. Having a lot to drink he was lasting a long time. I was having small orgasms as he fucked me. This was some much different then what a guy feels. I felt him start to speed up. I knew what was coming. He was. He was a tight fit in me so I could feel his cock swell some and I knew he was close. He raised up.