That almost happened yesterday for real." Not really, Mrs. D." Peter countered. "That was when I saw Meagan in the mirror. Posing this way, I'll be lo...king straight at her. All my training will be in full force."Debbie was clearly tempted by the idea, but she hesitated, "I don't know, it still seems dangerous." Meagan looked like she was about to say something, but Peter made a motion with his hand for her to wait. "I think we should pass on this one." This does seem like the kind of thing you. She pushed me away every time I tried to get close and didn't respond whenever I asked her what I could do to help. That was not the Betsy I was used to.There was no change by the time Sunday rolled around. It was one of the rare times when I would be gone two weeks in a row and I couldn't even get a kiss goodbye when I left for the airport Sunday night. I pushed Betsy to the back of my mind and buried myself in my job, but Betsy came back every night when I returned to my hotel room. I called. As I started to push back in, her lips flared and her hole opened, and she pulled in tight again as I backed out. I started a slow rhythm, and soon found myself not just fucking a horse, but making love to it. Once I had gotten all the way in, I started to pick up the pace. I pulled my dick all of the way out and began slamming it into my little horse whore. I looked over at Rose to find her working her clitoris feverishly. She was sweating and seemed to be lost in her own world, only. The woman was a little short with them for not coming in during the lunch hour, but her husband quickly bundled her off to the kitchen with apologies all the way out. As Tom ate he seemed lost in thought, and John and Ben exchanged glances with each other and both of them shrugged their shoulders. After lunch they collected their key and went to their room. They spread their blankets on the floor and lay down to rest. Tom spent his time staring at the ceiling.It was about an hour later that Tom.