“It fits just right? Your ass always looks good.”“And the front?”Cupping her breast he says, “The front looks good.”Slapping his hand away... she playfully says, “Stop it. I’m trying to be serious.”He holds up his hands in mock surrender and laughs, “I’m just trying to be helpful. Seriously, it looks good.”“I had help. There was a guy shopping for his fiancée and I asked for his opinion. You know I like your opinion when I shop. It’s good to have a guy’s perspective.”He starts to say something. When he was finally summoned to the living room, he found both Melanie and Jean stark naked. Melanie's 36D tits dwarfed by her mother's 48GG, Secretly John noted that his future mother in law's nipples stood proud and erect by almost three quarters of an inch, whilst Melanie's nipples stood half inch proud of her tit flesh. Again John was ordered to display his poor excuse for a prick by removing his uniform.Just as Melanie and Jean caressed each other the doorbell rang and John was sent. ’ His long, thick cock slid into her like a hot knife into butter. He slipped into her deeply, their coarse pubic hair mingling, for a few moments he just held her down, his cock nestled deep in her womanhood. The gentle rolling of the horse’s gait jounced her slowly up and down on his shaft, making her gasp and shudder. His rough, calloused hands reached around and cupped her cheeks, stroking and kneading. She groaned into the crook of his neck and laid her head on his shoulder. She could feel. The man stopped, turned to Rowena and asked, ‘How are you feeling?’ ‘A bit shaky, but otherwise all right.’ ‘I can’t see any injuries, except to your clothes. They’re in a real mess.’ Feverishly Rowena inspected what she could see of her coat. It was covered in mud and dirt and one arm was ripped – also she could feel her tights were in shreds and water from a puddle seemed to have soaked her skirt and briefs. ‘Could be worse I suppose. Thankfully they’re only working ones, not my best.’ ‘You.