Without thinking too much about it, Karen stripped his boxers off while I supported him.At this point Karen started giggling uncontrollably. I wondere... what was so funny, thinking if she is laughing at his shriveled up drunken penis, that's really not cool.While laughing even harder, she said, "There is a lot more to clean up here than I thought."I looked down and saw one of the biggest dicks I've ever seen in my life."WOW...that is quite a ahhh." Cock?" Karen asked."Well, I was gonna say penis. They were part of the package, part of the feminine experience. She sincerely wondered, and rightly so, if fake breasts meant changes to nipples. She didn't pull or tug in any sexual way. She merely moved her finger across them in a downward motion. But slowly. Mom's nipples reacted. Hardened. Instantly. Soft as her daughter initially touched them. Hard as the last bit of finger passed over them. And what had been innocent inquiry now drifted into tender sexuality. Mom reached for her daughters. Da saßen auch schon die beiden Damen im Reitoutfit...und neben ihnen ein großer schwarz-glänzender Haufen Gummi...mein Fell.Christina hatte den Pferdekopf auf dem Schoß und war gerade dabei, die diversen Schläuche und Röhrchen mit Gleitgel einzureiben.Sie lachten, als sie mich sahen. "Wozu das Tuch, keine falsche Scham, mein Süßer. Wir haben dich ja gleich wieder in dein heißgeliebtes Fell gepackt. Auch wenn du damit nicht wirklich weniger nackt bist." Christina, bitte hör zu, ich fand das ja. It was a small pond, narrow, so I walked around the other side to look through my camera back at the cabin verandah; noting the sunlight and shade. Walking back around the pond there were some nice trees and a little grass, but no other people anywhere that I could see. I rejoined the girls as they were finishing up eating for the moment; Kim said she didn’t want a fat stomach to be in any photos! The cabin was roofed but open, so I began with some shots of them sitting on the floor with the.