"Good evening, ma'am," he replied in a drawl. He offered me the stool and I sat, allowing him to buy me another drink."Well, cowboy, what brings you t... 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,". Ek to jub aurat mard ke oopar baith ke chudwaati hai aur jub mard aurat ko ghori ya kutia bana kar chodta hai. Iska kaaran ye hai ki mard ka lund to saamne ki or hota hai lekin aurat ki choot uski taangon ke beech peechhe ki or gaand ke chhed se sirf ek inch door hoti hai. Is kaaran se jub aurat chit lait ke chudwati hai to mard ko aurat ki taangen mor ke uski chhaati se lagani parti hain taaki aasani se lund pail sake. Kutia banane se choot jo ki gaand ke chhed ke nazdeek hoti hai khoob ubhar. I don't mind admitting I was a little dumbfounded and considerably aroused.The following week Stephanie turned up promptly at two o'clock. She wore another tight top, this one cut to show her midriff, and a short pale green cotton skirt that stopped half way down her firm thighs. Before starting work, she opened up her bag and produced a 2-lt. bottle of cider. "Get a couple of glasses," she smiled.As she worked, with me following her around less subtly this time, we polished off most of the. Looking around to check no one was close she peered through a gap in the blind and could see him leaning back in his big black leather computer chair with his cock running through his hand. She could see he was incredibly hard with the veins pulsing in his hand. Just with the sight of this she felt some wetness in her cunt, she already felt quite sexy wearing her typical pencil skirt, loose white blouse and stockings with the seam running up to just under her ass and the garter around her waist.