Yes, I knooooooow...and he gave sissy a right scare, too!!!"(This time, it was more of an evil cackle... just like last night!)Ah yes, LAST night!Brut...s is her favourite stud... its not his real name, of course,though her nickname for him is well-chosen... he's 7 feet 2 inches ofsolid muscle, with shoulders as wide as mistress' bed, and a cock aspowerful and as relentless as a jackhammer.Or... so Mistress tells me!In truth, if last night were any indication... and, indeed MOST nights,it is SHE. She wore a white shirt made of thin material and a navy jacket, shaped around her narrow waist and perky boobs.A gold stud in each ear, and a simple wedding band, dissolved into her skin color. The last piece was a hat on her natural shiny, uncolored hair. I stared at her, trying to store every detail in my memory. When she noticed me gaping, and laughed heartily.She asked for my phone, and then standing with her arm around me took a couple of full-length selfies. Though her intent was good,. She appeared to be uncomfortable, but enjoying the ravaging all the same. The stallion fucked her with increasing intensity. She moaned and breathed heavily. The way she was positioned, made it difficult for her to pull away from the stallion. She screamed frequently when the stallion's cock would go too deep. Her stomach bulged as he plunged into her, however her youth providing her with great elasticity. I was impressed. Mia's eyes were glassy, her body wet and shaking. I moved closer,. I was embarrassed that one of the other guys would see us. Soon it was time to hunt.It was a great morning.The sun finally came up over the tree tops and started to warm things up. After about 2 hours I managed to miss one shot at a pheasant and Al bagged one with a great shot on a fast riser that went up right in front of us. Everywhere there were small and large groups of hunters walking around. The clinking of dog bells and shouting of hunters filled the air. By 10:00 am the woods were.