And pumpkin pie for dessert. Do you like garlic?"Frank soon had a fistful of printouts and a list of ingredients to buy.The turkey was a bit dry, and ...he gravy too thin but plentiful. Together, they worked out all right."Urg. I am so full I am about to burst. I must look like a ball," Jennifer said.Frank didn't think Jennifer looked ball-like at all. During the last year, she had definitely become a teenager. She was almost as tall as her mother and showed the feminine curves. If anything, her. I could see my hard nipples through the thin material. I set there with pulled-up knees and opened legs, in front of a mirror, in the middle of the living room. I started rubbing my clit and grabbing my tits. I watched in the mirror how my pink pussy turns wetter and wetter with every move. I slipped my middle finger inside me to check if my V was ready for bigger stuff to penetrate it. After I found myself turned on enough I pulled out my finger and licked it clean. I took a banana, greenish. As I approached Jennifer I could see some of my semen leaking from her pussy. I almost got an erection from that image.As we lay on the blanket Jennifer put her hat over her face to block the sun so she could nap and I put my sun glasses on and partially covered my face with my hat. I pretended to be sleeping as I watched people strolling by. Most of the men looked directly at Jennifer's pussy. They had to see the semen that was leaking from her and know that I had fucked her while we were in. "Well, cowboy, what brings you to this watering hole?" I asked, trying to be cute but sounding a little brittle."I'm not really a cowboy," he said slowly. "I'm a horseman, raising and training horses. I came to town to find a new mare." My heart was pounding as I studied his face. He has just a light twinkle in his eyes as if teasing me and trying not to show it."I love horses," I told him."Doesn't surprise me. Horses are beautiful and sensual creatures," he replied. The horseman and I talked..