‘We can drive a team. You just need to show us how mules are different.’ ‘You sure? If you are, I’ll hitch up one of the wagons. You can show ...e what you know and I can show you how mules are a little different.’ They assured me they could, so I hitched a team to the living-quarters wagon. I showed them all the slight differences between mules and horse teams, and emphasized how smart a mule really was. I also told them if a mule displayed the stubbornness they were infamous for, they had. After several minutes she slipped her leg under me and kind of scooped me up to lie between her thighs, my erect cock effortlessly slipping into her wet cunt. We both sighed. I felt tears dripping from my cheeks and nose, saw them splash onto her black skin beneath me. My body, without volition, started thrusting in and out in the ancient rhythm of life. I looked into her wise, deep brown eyes and without warning ejaculated.God, I was so embarrassed.I collapsed into her arms, weeping.“I CAN’T. "You're letting that outfit go to your head," I answered, fishing out three ciders and handing her one. Kerry was dressed as a torch singer, in heels and stockings and a very tight black silk dress that was slit up the sides farther than I dared look. Turning around to hand her the bottle, I realized that kneeling to poke through the fridge had placed my face about even with her belly. I could still smell Meg's pussy and was very aware that my face was only a few inches from Kerry's.I felt the. .” I hesitated slightly. “There are other ways.”“Other ways?” Trinny asked.“More mature lovers will sometimes take it up the bum when on, or to avoid pregnancy if there are no frenchies,” I replied carefully.“Frenchies?” Carol asked, whilst both Trinny and Angela looked shocked, then in the case of Trinny, thoughtful.“French letters or condoms, something to go over a cock to catch any spunk,” I replied.“Oh, right,” she nodded, showing a little bit of naivety, but no doubt filing it away for a.