I heard her chuckle mildly to herself. All the rest of the night, I barely slept, the image of my own mother's pussy causing stirrings for the first t...me behind my zipper. Chills ran up and down my arms and I couldn't concentrate on anything. I thought I would spontaneously combust, not knowing how to handle the feelings of lust and of guilt because it was my mother. It's kinda funny now to imagine myself then, too little to ejaculate but having a raging hard-on I didn't even know what to do. I can feel my ass and legscovered in horse fuckslop - I look around n see Nick n his mates smiling at me an wankingtheir dicks. I hear another horse being brought out and again and my cunt isabused by another ferocious horse fuck. Then a third and final horse is broughtout- a huge stallion shire horse, the fuck this horse throws into mytortured abused cunt is too much I’m in sensory overload of pleasure n painand end up passing out.I eventually come round, lying in a heap on the floor, after. More than once Sally lost her footing on the damp grass, and I had to grab her to prevent her from tumbling down the embankment, taking me with her. I had several opportunities to touch her body, each time making a frantic grab regardless of where my hand landed. Her safety, not my pleasure, was my concern. By the time we got to the parking lot, I had accidentally groped Sally all over. I was not unaffected by these chance opportunities. I unlocked the van and opened the rear hatch, where the. Meg then fell silent, and we simply sipped our brandy in silence. I had no idea what to say. I leaned over and very gently kissed her lips, then told her that in my opinion, the greatest gift that a woman could give a man was to let him inside her. No pain, no spankings or whippings. Just gentle loving. I stood up, took off my swim trunks and tossed them on the deck. I told Meg, ‘Let’s see if I can show you what loving should be’ and held out my hand as I climbed out of the tub. She.