Annie had wanted to move beyond all the other a****ls and mate with one of the horses, too. The problem was a very real one. It was believed by one an... all that it could be seriously dangerous. The bull was in the same class but for reasons of danger that could be immediately life-threatening. Bulls could be just plain mean and too unpredictable. The horses, however, presented a separate challenge that was also a danger. The pony was a start and she had learned that she could control the depth. I felt her grinding her obviously-throbbing clit against empty air, so as I rose up I leaned forward and pressed the hairy skin of my chest against her cunt. She purred like a kitten and her fingers clutched my torso under my armpits, and she began to hump my chestplate with her wet vagina. Down farther below I could sense my prick was fully erect again and wanting to fuck this eighteen year old slut. And Missy's eyes were begging for it. Now on my feet towering over her quivering body, I. " Mr. Tupper called up, "Excellent, my good girl! I've bought my new secretary with me, and no, I haven't had it up her, before you ask"! Miss Lucy laughed and called back as the sound of footsteps could be 'eard, "Oh Daddy, I don't care if you have - I know only too well what you boys are like"! The double doors to the bedroom an' there stood Mr. Tupper. About sixty, he weren't at all bad lookin' for his age, I suppose? He saw me kneelin' on the bed, 'andcuffed an' laughed softly, "My, my!. That hadn’t been the first time her mother had lost control. There were still the stains from the sweet and sour sauce in the dining room. If anyone had a problem with hormones, it was her mother.She couldn’t blame her father for being a man. Her mother had begged and he had responded. Everyone knew that men didn’t have control. That didn’t soften the disgust she felt at the grunts he had been making. Just thinking about her parents doing it made her feel dirty.She was very disappointed in her.