This horse was going to take my wife places she’d never, EVER been before any minute now. He had 12 or 14 inches of girthy, black meat… just swin...ing there a foot or two above my eyes. If this was his cock not even fully erect… “Oh my God..” I thought.With the moaning and sighing that she was doing, and squirming around, she was plenty pre-occupied now. And with her thighs squeezing his head tightly, which I was sure they would be… I thought now was the time. Inch by inch, slowly, I. This was in an area of sand brush and small trees, where motorcycles and sand buggies played during the day. The only time there would be much water in the river would be when it rained, and in Southern California where we lived at the time this did not happen often. She loved the excitement anticipation and uncertainty of what might or could happen but nothing ever did, until this particular evening! For her the delicious possibilities were always the biggest turn on, as the actual sex act was. She’d pulled her nightgown up her waist and showed Dan her pussy. Dan couldn’t remember seeing it since she was a c***d. Jill kept it smooth and hairless, and now she spread her pussy lips with her hand, displaying it for her father. “Gee, Step-Daddy,” she said in a teasing voice, “this little pussy is wet—it wants a cock inside it.” She rubbed her clit for a second, then reached for Dan’s hand, guiding his fingers to the pussy for him to rub. He couldn’t stop himself; he did what his daughter. However, when we arrived it was impressive due to its video screens all over the place. They were going to use them to give those farthest away a nice close-up of whoever is performing. The girls will likely go crazy hearing that, but I wasn’t going to tell anybody unless I was specifically asked.We were set up on the fifty-yard line raised up about ten feet on a large platform. No place to change clothes, but we were always assuming that would be the case whenever we were at a football.