She knew that she had a lot of soul-searching to do before she could allow the twelve inch pole to be rammed through her cherry.She could be seriously...hurt, and she did not want to be found bleeding to death from the wound that prick might open deep inside her cunt past the mouth of her womb!Tamara switched to the flat part of her tongue and licked at the horse's scrotum until the whole sack was wet and shiny in the moonlight from the hot spittle she spilled.There was something about the taste. I made my way down the path and entered through the open gate, before I came around the corner of the house, I heard a drunken sounding voice say, ‘Oi Steve. You still shagging that fat nigger?’ I froze. The blood in my veins turned to ice. I heard Steve’s voice respond, ‘No need for that sort of talk… And yes I am if you must know. At least when I can’t get a decent bird.’ ‘Ha! Braver man than me. It must be like fucking an African elephant.’ I was mortified. I knew that Steve wasn’t my. She had mentioned that she'd never given a blow job before, only watched it from porn. I laid back and watch her start to lick my hard cock up and down. She then took the head in her mouth and started to slowly suck. I was in awe watching this old granny blowing me. Her huge tits sagged down from her body as she engulfed me. She took me deeper and faster, just watching my cock disappear in and out of her old mouth was so hot. My mind started to wander about how this old 70 year old grandma was. Then things started to happen pretty fast. I was four Martinis deep now and feeling no pain&hellip,and of course I was horny as all hell. I felt Jake place a hand on one of my thighs and Boss Man do the same on the other. I was instantly wet and felt my nipples straining to get through the material of my bra. Why had I worn that damn thing? I didnt have to worry about it much longer though, as Boss Man slipped his hand inside my unbuttoned blouse, and around to my back. He deftly unsnapped my.