I try and not think about it too much. Her other facial features, the straight Anglican nose, strong cheekbones, and the stunning poutty lips enhanced...just a little with some of that wet gloss the younger generation likes to use, were equally stunning and went in harmony with her attire. My eyes traveled a few inches lower and I saw something that truly perked my interest. Around her throat was a choker, no, more like collar. It was less than one inch wide, black leather, with a small enforced. He was a medium sized sorrel gelding who was young enough to give me many years of service, should I need them. He had absolutely no unusual or distinguishing features which would make him easy to recognize—just what I wanted. Naturally, he was named Red, and I let that name stick; of course, the horse didn't care what I called him. While I was there, I bought a full set of tack, equally unremarkable. By the time I was done, I was out of cash, and it was a good thing that I had already eaten.I. I explained that I liked the way she dressed and her hair and face and stuff. I then threw in that she had a nice ass which made her blush but seemed to go right to what she was looking for. "You like my ass? So do I, but what the rest of me? My tits? My legs?" Jill quizzed me. "I can't figure out why my husband does not want sex with me or to be around me." Jill said. I sat quietly and swallowed a gulp of wine. I did find Jill to be attractive, red hair, slim, nice ass, great tits, pretty. Her asshole was darkish and really small and needed good boring with Peter’s mighty cock.He rubbed mom’s puckered hole with his fingers and poked it a little. He spread her as cheeks and spat on the puckered hole making it wet with his saliva. Peter began licking her anus. He then took out coconut oil and poured generous amount on her hole.He took his hand there and spread the spit and oil all along the ass hole. He spat on his fingers and inserted the wet fingers in mom’s ass to lubricate the.