Jaq was soon kneeling and pulling her arse cheeks apart. Ken knew what was required and tongued her arse until Jaq was satisfied.Jaq announced it was ...edtime. Poor Ken was left locked in his cage and sent to the spare room. Jaq and I retired to bed a little later to discuss the following day.Ken was downstairs first and as instructed, was dressed in his maid's outfit. Ken served us breakfast with Jaq and I both smacking his arse and stroking his caged cock as he did so. Jaq and I went out for a. I want to say that again – dramatically. I’m a huge fan of nipples. Truth be told, I prefer smaller breasts – have always found big ones to be simply…floppy.But breast size notwithstanding, nipples are the thing. Sensitive nipples. I love women with responsive, sensitive nipples and Shamita’s were, as I said, dramatic. She was only wearing a light tee shirt, so I was already aware that she was not wearing a bra. But when she saw my cock bulging inside my pants, I swear her nipples swelled. ..” I, I love you mom! I love you so much, I would do anything to make you happy, I love you so very much” and began to cry, ‘Oh Tim, my darling Timmy, don’t cry. You do make me happy, you have always been my special boy, my sweet Timmy”, and now she was kissing my tears away! I held my mother’s hips in my hands, pulling her derriere to the very edge of the couch, as she slid down lower, my lips sought her tears, and found her lips instead! Oh GOD, I shuddered in pure wondrous passion at the. . !! We were wife, stallion and wife.No, I didn’t consider Spirit my husband, that would be ridiculous. Beside which I detest people who try to impose human emotions and thoughts onto animals. Have some respect. Spirit shows me he loves me, he does things entirely of his own accord that demonstrate that love. That he accepts me hanging beneath him with his cock inside me is only a small part of it. He is a big powerful stallion, yet he responds to my touch, my voice, allows me to guide him.