The sight made her dizzy. "Oh, God." She rubbed his prick over her fleshy tits, the seeping cum staining her nipples. "Ooooo, his prick feels so hot."...Eat him, Mommy," Wendy moaned as she crouched down to watch. "Suck him."Martha and Amy dropped to their knees, their eyes bright as they watched Grace fondle Lobo's prick.With Lobo whinnying and twitching, Grace stroked his long fat prick. Her mouth watered and she moaned as the anxious horse jabbed his cockhead against her lips. The contact was. So he did. Constantly. He had never been happier in years. His daughter relished her new life. He father had never been so loving and kind. She knew it was hard for him to raise her and run the farm, and she did as much as she could to help, in part because she knew it was a good way to be, but also in part to appease him. She liked to keep things running smooth, because he could get into moods. Dark moods that involved hours spent emptying bottles into himself. Moods that erupted in occasional. There was no way out, that wasn't even scary. She knew her Master wouldn't leave her in here for too long. Still...... it all depended on how angry she had made him.She sat down on the ground and thought of her master. She wanted his hard cock. She wanted to hear him telling her to cum. There was so much she wanted, and her pussy grew damp. She could still taste him on her tounge and she savored that taste. Remembering sucking on his hard cock. Remembering playing with it, and as she remembered. ..When we got to the market and off our bicycles, I noticed her saddle was very wet. I tried it with a finger. It tasted so good that I lapped the rest with my tongue. I took my friend for a quick walk up and down the market. As if we weren't horny enough yet I teased her to eat fresh herring the Amsterdam style. Just bend your head back and keep the herring at its tail and slowly swallow it!We washed it away with a beer and hurried back to our bicycles. She knew what she wanted and lead the.