I had decided to call him Angus, his show name would be summers morning. Come summer I moved him up into the higher field, where he would have over 7 ...cres of land to run over and graze. It became a regular event, me riding in the morning and putting him out for the day, and bringing him in at night.It wasnt until one afternoon I put him into the field, I stood at the gate watching him run about, eventually he settled and started to graze. I then noticed something seemed to be hanging from his. "Brian was sickened by the comparison of his body to that of a woman's. Not only had Don made the comment about the water flow from his butt hole, Don had kept referring to his ass as a boy pussy. Brian wondered what was next. Was Don going to actually fuck him now?As Don walked away from the toilet area, he saw the jailer and the other two standing outside the bars. Don realized that Brian had an audience, he walked up to the bars and smiled at the three, "Are you all up for a show?" Don. Because nothing mattered but this. He took one step and pressed his body against hers, her soft curves molding to him. He slid a hand up her bare leg under her skirt and hooked his fingers on her panties, dragging them down her legs. She watched him as she stepped out of her underwear, cautious but wanting. He bunched the back of her blouse in his hand, gathering the fabric until her arms, still in her sleeves, were forced back, her breasts arching into his chest. Her lips parted and he tugged. Yes, I left a virtual archipelago of cum across her tits, a forearm, and a shoulder. Oh, we did good, she says as she takes me in hand, finishing the job, draining my balls, letting her titties drop and I groan anew at their sag and heft, gather them and hug my dick with them, hump them and glory in my total access to these huge honkers.. At some point during our time together over the last two months she began to equate her performance with the number of times I cum, along with the quality,.