A girl suspended beneath a stallion and deeply impaled upon his cock, it’s just not possible, is it... ??You probably think I’m weird, not so much...for reading the story over and over, but because the mechanics of the act enthralled me, I just couldn’t get the images out of my head, I still can’t. However, the story, at least to my mind, includes actions and descriptions that are simply not credible. Not that I wish to denigrate either the authors or their story in any way, but any attempt to. Lucia had to clear her throat before speaking, "Marie, you, you shave down there... for Tom?"Marie nodded her head and smiled. She remained as she was, enjoying the moment, before saying, "and for me too. It makes me feel so clean." But it doesn't itch when the hair grows back?" At first, but it's like shaving your legs, you come to love that smooth feeling. I love it when I wear a sarong or skirt, and I can feel the air blowing between my legs. It really makes me feel so feminine."Lucia was. Ain't it great being a film star? Anyway, my bags are packed and I've got an hour to kill, time to experiment.I'm back sitting in bed, trying to figure out what to do. How about something simple? I focus on opening the curtains. That worked. And I feel the tingle downstairs. I open the windows while sitting there, naked, in bed. I drop my hand down to my pussy, fingering, pumping, feeding my need for sex, my left hand on a nipple, trying to unlock the pent up energy. Oh my god, I'm horny. In. Then suddenly, I had an attack of qualms at the idea of this... thing up my rear hole. I wondered if he was an ass man. And, since throats didn't stretch like pussies, there was no possibility of my swallowing that."So this is Suliman's star performer," he said. I knew from his biography that he was thirty eight years old, and his wife was thirty two. Of course, I still didn't know if the woman in front of me was her. "What's your name, woman?"Still with my head bowed, I answered, "Teema,.