She told your dick is really long and fat and I would love to get fucked by such a cock. I was fingering her continuously but her pussy had a small op...ning according to my past experience. She was giving me strokes and I was fingering her. This lasted for 20 minutes and then she told it’s enough because she cannot resist this dick any more so told me to fuck her.She removed one condom and put it on my dick. We both were very excited and ready to fuck. She then laid on the bed and told me to. And a tear slid from hers. "Oh, Raymond," she told him in a hushed tone, "can't you see what type of girl I am? Can't you see that this is one of those books you start reading, and you know, instinctively, that it can't possibly have a happy ending?"He barked a laugh. "And yet, we keep on reading, don't we? Some books, you simply can't put down. And I don't CARE what 'type' of girl you are. We are human. We fall in love first and then spend the rest of our lives adapting to 'types.' But we do. I washed my face, undressed and went to bed. In the morning I came down into the kitchen where there was a coffee waiting for me. Chris was sitting at the table. Lindsey hadn’t come down stairs yet. “Hi Kim, how are you this morning?” asked Chris “I hope my sister wasn’t to rough with you last night”. “I’m fine thank you” I blushed and looked at the floor. I was feeling very embarrassed and needed to get home and change into some fresh clothes as soon as possible. As I was finishing my coffee. I knew this was going to be a grand day for training. Thinking back, even a rainy day, or a snow filled one wouldn’t stop me having fun with the ponies. Here at the ranch we didn’t like to think of the girls as b**sts of burden. We certainly didn’t want anyone getting the wrong idea. Bred for pleasure of the senses, that’s all they were.In this day and age no one needs a horse, you need a truck. Fortunately this philosophy didn’t dilute our fetish for ponygirls. Not to mention we needed plenty.