The clock radio glowed 3:35. Bill put on his sneakers and jacket, and stepped out onto the porch to see why Hershey was so excited. Over by the farmho...se, he saw the dog bouncing around Faith, as she struggled to roll one large snowball on top of another. She almost had it in position, and then it slipped off sideways. She flopped down onto her bottom, gave a frustrated shriek, and then kicked the misbehaving sphere. ‘Hey, Faith! That’s no way to treat Frosty!’ Her face brightened at his. She answered by moving her hand around her and rubbing my crotch through my track pants. She found my hard cock and wrapped her fingers around it. When my shock of her doing this wore off, I pushed my hands inside her leggings and panties and finally got to feel her pussy in my bare hands. It was glorious. A nice amount of hair and as I went under her I could feel the wetness between her legs. She was still stroking me through my pants when I rubbed a finger across her slit and clit and back. He was everything she had fantasized about, right down to the accent and southern charm. She could feel herself getting wet again just thinking about it. She hoped that it wasn’t still showing through her scrubs. “How about I help you get him in the trailer,” she asked, still avoiding eye contact with Dean.“I sure would appreciate that. He can be a handful at times.” Dean moved forward and fastened the doors all the way open and began to lead the horse back into his stall, with Iris soothing. I was taking the pictures while Matt presented his erect cock to his wife’s mouth. Once she had taken it inside, he leant forward to lick on both women’s pussies; alternating between them and flicking over their clit’s. It was such a horny scene that I actually put the camera down after taking a picture and started to wank my cock hard.It was Lezza that was doing most of the fucking by lifting her bum off the floor and pushing forwards onto the rubberised cock, loving every minute of her pussy.