He goes out the back to the paddock there and whistles a perfect imitation of a whippoorwill. War Bonnet trots over, not as fast as he does for Jonas,...since he can tell the difference in their calls, but fast enough. He greets Kyle, and looks around. Kyle rubs his forehead and strokes his neck while he says, “I’m sorry, Old Fellow, but he’s gone and won’t be back.” War Bonnet pulls back to look at Kyle and shakes his head. “I’m sorry, he’s dead and we’ll both miss him.” The horse rears back and. After a few licks of the circumcised head and my tongue swirling around the shaft as I deep throat his big brown cock. His smelly sweaty big hairy balls slap against my chin. My red painted finger nails tease his balls. I feel him tense up I swiftly push two fingers in his asshole wanting him to shoot his seed down my throat. He doesn't like that. He slaps my face and I fall to the floor. My little man, my husband enters the kitchen sees me lying on the floor dress around my waist, knickers. ” “I can handle that without a problem,” the other nun replied, and she picked up a six-pack and headed for the checkout. The cashier had a surprised look on his face when the two nuns arrived with a six-pack of beer. “We use beer for washing our hair,” the nun said. “Back at the convent, we call it ‘Catholic shampoo.’” Without blinking an eye, the cashier reached under the counter, pulled out a package of pretzel sticks, and placed them in the bag with the beer. He then looked the nun straight. “PLEASE STOP!! I CAN’T BEAR THIS ANY LONGER!!”“You are going to have to my lovely,” Ellen said in a matter-of-fact way. “You aren’t going anywhere and we want a good dose of sperm from you.”I struggled and fought against the machine, but then I realised that in the very near future I was going to come.“The yellow light is on!!” Ellen called out and all the women crowded around the console. The machine stroked and fondled the end of my cock and my body started to tremble all over as the sperm.