That she’ll be happy to simply lean against the horse and masturbate ... But behind her, out of her line of sight, the horse is clearly getting a se...se of what’s going on – he can smell it in the air, and the wider she holds her thighs, the more she plays with her pussy, the stronger the smell gets ... We can see his cock beginning to grow – extending quickly from a fat heavy sheath and a couple of inches of cock, to a semi-erect, foot long pipe of horse-meat, hanging down under his belly,. I tried to react, but then Martha grabbed my cock and told me she was going to fuck me.Ana looked over her shoulder at me and smiled as she reached her hand around behind her ass and below to rub his cock through the fabric. Then she rubbed it against the opening of her pussy while I kissed passionately and groped her slut cousin.Martha then suggested we could all go back to our hotel room.My cock was so hard at the prospect of watching my wife fuck this black stranger while I fucked her cousin. Though I am not sure anymore about the 'boy'part. Jim, do you want me to call you "Wendy" from now on?" I love the name Wendy. But I am still Jim under these petticoats andcorsets. I have a feeling that 'Wendy' will be more appropriate andsatisfying for me right now. But you can call me 'Jim' anytime. Doing somay be a nice grounding tool, keeping me in the right frame of mindwhile I am still learning who and what I am. Plus I sort of like thelooks I get from the other women when you call me. They were between their bodies, reaching for the zipper of his jeans as her eyes begged him not to stop. ‘Make love to me, Luke. It’s all either of us wants.’ Reason vanished. Once again his mouth was on hers, his hands were on her body, lifting her until her arms clung to his neck so she didn’t fall. He carried her down the hall until he had to make a choice – his room or hers? Luke supposed he should take her into her room, their room, but he still felt most comfortable in the space he’d been.