My eyes were rolling in the back of my head. My pussy was tender before now it was engorged. Jim stopped asked me if I could get on my knees. I said I...could sit. Good enough. Jim helped me to the sofa where he offered me his dick. Not the longest I've seen but by far the fattest. He put his dick to my mouth. Then he face fucked me. I had a hard time keeping my mouth opened that wide. My jaw was hurting. Jim kept face fucking me. Drool was running out of my mouth down his balls. He pulled my. While JR busied himself checking the supply line to the water troughs, she wandered over to the tack room and switched on the light. She hadn’t been around a lot of horses in her life, but she had spent a couple of summers at camps for underprivileged youths which had horse stables that the kids helped care for, so she wasn’t completely foreign to tack rooms. This one looked more like a store display than a tack room because it was so clean and organized.JR came over, stood beside her and. I felt his fingers pulling my ass closer moving expertly into my pussy. I felt his fingers slipping into my folds of skin. I heard a loud moaning I thought might have been a lion roaring. It was the sound Thomas made when he first touched my pussy. ‘Agghhhhhhhhhh oh fuck oh fuck… Abigailll. If you only knew… ‘ His voice was fading in and out. Speaking was sheer effort on his part. I nestled into his body making sure he could have full access to mine. I was needing to sit or lay down, I was. Over the last 12 months, I have become more interested in Sandy (not real name), not really sure why, but that's that.Sandy is about 65 years old, a little over weight, but has HUGE boobs.Of a morning, they have a ritual which involves sitting on their back porch, sipping coffee before going back in for breakfast.Sandy always comes out early, I guess she is up usually before her husband.She will often sit there sipping her coffee, glancing in my direction. She can see straight into my room,.