The bastard let his cock do all his talking...That man had stamina. He kept going and going and going. I especially loved when he pulled completely ou... and then went back in to the bottom, pushing so hard deep into my body…All of a sudden he announced in a calm manner that he was ready to cum.I just grunted as he started to pound harder and deeper than he had before. Then I could feel his cock becoming a steel rod inside me; then I felt a warm wetness. It was a lot of burning wetness filling me. She was still wearing shorts from that summer day. Slowly but surely she picked up speed. The cold now reached her nipples, making them hard. She eventually sprinted her way back to her dorm room. Lauren was still watching her breasts bounce with every stride.“Come on! Come on!” She slammed the door. Lauren giggled.“That shit’s tiring…” Fancy said, huffing and puffing.“With those monsters on you? No wonder. Cold out there, ain’t it?” Lauren said, pointing to her hard nipples. “Ok, ask. I was now sufficiently housetrained after living with three females for two years a) to actually spot the warning sign, and b) to realise that I’d crossed a line somewhere, and c) to backpedal as soon as I can.Even as a man, I recognised the fact that she too was a little uncertain about our encounter; the gap of two months since we had last been together had unsettled her as well.Not that she left me in any doubt as to what I had said that grated.“DICKING? What kind of girl do you think I. . I wish. One of my girlfriends from college owns the horse I was washing. She lets me ride her if she's not around. I don't think Calliope gets much exercise, so I come out here fairly often. It's too hot today, but she likes me to visit. If I were going to have a horse, I'd have one just like her." I'll bet you look great on a horse," I said."I think you'd look good too, Ian. I know I can get you a mount when the weather cools down. We should go out together for a ride." I'd like that, but.