I am in shock. How is such passion possible?My hands move to her legs. Her muscles quiver under my touch. I hold tight, afraid she will fall or bolt f...om me. My fingers travel over the unblemished skin of her legs rising upward to the silk covering her ass. The silk is rough after the perfect smoothness of her skin. So I push my hands up through the French-cut legs of her panties to touch the softness of her ass. My cock is screaming with need.Her breathing has quickened; her arousal is fired. Itwas the perfect touch, and I picked it off its hook and fastened itaround my waist over the jacket, drawing it in to closely fit my body.It was time to join Lynn.As I had previously done, I stood before Lynn, letting her look me overbefore beginning the session of posing. She stared at me with moreintensity then before. She also became restless, changing her positionin the chair and started to fidget again. Her actions alarmed me, and Iquickly backed away and got to work.Lynn indicated how. I realised that this vision had come to my mind because the horse's knob reminded me of the mushroom that was positioned at the entrance of my pussy. Thank god Rex was nowhere as large.I felt him sliding it along my drenched crease and knew he wanted me to guide it in. I reached down, manoeuvred it around until I felt it was in the right place, then attempted to lower myself down upon it.Valerie appeared beside us. She indicated for me to raise up again, and I saw she had a jar of Vaseline in. There are resources, people that can help you; but you need to be strong." He paused for a moment before asking, "Is something burning?" Just a little incense candle," I replied, turning off the water and drying my hands. "It does smell nice, doesn't it?" It was a deep primal scent, of desire, of physical rut. It made me want to fuck something, preferably Stacey."It smells like burning hair," Michael groused suspiciously. "Where did you get it?" I thought it was yours," I answered, feeling.