She thought for a moment, it would be nice to be a horse and get that prick, however these thoughts only excited her more as she felt her pussy gettin... wetter.Grandpa wasn't prepared for Tina, her moans and pressing against him, he wasn't sure she knew what she was doing. Sure, plenty of phillies had rubbed against him in the past, they were looking at his money. Those got what they deserved, he gave then nine inches of horse cock, listened to them neigh, and then rode into the sunset. Tina was. I’d never seen a girl deliberately show all Her legginess and knickers like that, and at first I didn’t know what was happening to me as sensations built up in my willy, and then I was just wetting myself with cum, unbelievable feelings washing over me. Of course that continued to happen every time I looked at photos, and later videos, and it still does to this very day. Every now and then, in what I call the golden age of mags in the 70s and 80s, when girls weren’t too exposed for me, along. It was only called a tunnel because of the section that went under the wall. The rest of the time it was just a very deep ditch.It took another hour to get out into the cold darkness of night, but because we were now on the other side the air smelled different somehow almost ethereal. A quick whisper down the tunnel and the other three quickly joined us to sprint to the small clump of trees growing nearby. Nobody saw us. It wasn't that sort of place. All the warders were probably grabbing a few. Even stranger still was his muted response when his prayer was unexpectedly answered. “Paul,” a voice steady and crisp like the wind through the trees called to him. Paul looked up with a remarkable calmness unexpected of a man confronted by a disembodied voice calling his name. Yet he watched in perplexing silence as strands and puffs of white light appeared in the middle of the room as if seeping through a hole in the darkness. They floated and pulled and tangled in the air before him. He.