’ The First Sergeant explained. The woman put out her hand to him. ‘Hello Johnny, I’m Carol Butterman, My husband and I have spent years looking...for you. After you left Los Alamos, no one knew, or wouldn’t tell where you were sent. We found your Uncle Peter and Aunt Margie eight days ago. I have two things for you Johnny, a story and a check. ‘Your Grandfather, owned a ranch near Los Alamos, New Mexico during World War Two. Your Mother, Dottie left the ranch whe she was young, which probably. I loved that slickness, and used it to great effect. My prowess was not to be diminished, I swore an oath to self. I would continue to fuck myself and imagine all the most blissful scenarios available to my lush sensual imaginings. My cock was above average based on photos I saw. Erotic scenes played out before my eyes from without (thanks Lush) and from within. The scenes I concocted… hmmmm…. conCOCKted might be more appropriate… anyway, my own pageants proved the most demure of all. I. I want you to watch as I make you cum.” I turn my head, my temple pressing on your cheek. Looking in the mirror, you smirk as you pull on the rope harder and faster. My head jerking with the tugs, your left hand no longer needed to guide me as my hips pump your rope. “Yes yes yes” I moan to the speed of your tugs. “God yes!”“Little more now” you encourage.“Please, sir…aahhhh please.”You stroke my head with your left hand “yes baby girl do it” as my chest heaves up and down. “Eyes open now”. I could tell she wanted his cum. The violent explosion of cum in her pussy had her wanting more and she sucked his big black pole until he grabbed her head with his hands and forced his cock into her throat and I watched his ass cheeks squeeze together and knew he was pumping his seed into her belly as she moaned loudly before sucking hard, head bobbing quickly as she pumped every drop into her eager mouth. And then she fell in a heap on the hay and lay there with horse cum flowing from her.