She squirmed in the saddle. It was getting harder andharder to keep her balance. "Ohhh, shit! Beauty! Don't move!"The pony, agitated by the c***d's sq...eals and her passion, began tostep back and forth. His head snapped around, his wet sticky lipsbrushing against the smooth flesh of Priscilla's knees. His balls,heavy with thick pony jizz, swayed between his powerful hind legs. Hesnorted."Ahhhh!" She shook, released the saddle horn, and leaned forward.Gripping the pony around his neck, she rubbed. And when I went over a place I’d already gotten I could tell I’d already gotten it.Eventually there was more clean skin, streaked with white, than there were unshaven areas. I had my thumb on the top of her split, because she’d instructed me to ‘stabilize’ things by doing that. It wasn’t until I was almost finished that I realized that was where her mysterious clit was.When I was in high school I went out with a girl named Jolene. Jolene was hot to trot, so much so that she said she wasn’t a. Even the men who'd served as a household guard to their masters had no real knowledge of how to use their spears properly. Most of their time had been spent standing about and looking intimidating. In all honesty their former masters had avoided giving them any real training in the fear that the slaves might get it in their minds to turn their weapons against them. I naturally had different thoughts on the matter and regardless of what I intended to do I wanted those men trained to deal with. But fuck did I care, I would’ve fucked her even if I was her real brother. I would’ve let her give me AIDS, she was so fucking SEXY. Her figure was 36-28-38, yes it was, I dont know the present size. It all started on my 18th b’day. My pa brought me a cake and we celebrated it along with our neighbours, Alisha, instead of feeding me cake, rubbed it on my face and starting laughing and ran into her house, everyone laughed. I took a piece from cake and followed her yelling, “ab tu nai bachegi”. I.