"Since Mr. Butthead has left, I think if you are still interested and willing, I could entertain you by entertaining Mark and James." she whispered. "...nd if you are not ready, that's fine too. I will entertain you once they leave."Jacob smiled. "I cannot think of a better way to end the evening than to watch you work over my two friends here."They returned to their guests and Jacob spoke up. "Gentlemen, if you can keep a secret I have a surprise for you both. But you have to promise that no one. I could feel her warm pussy lips slide further up my wrist as I continued to slide deeper and deeper. Her lips slid further up my forearm until my fingertips reached her cervix. By this time, I had most of my forearm, almost up to my elbow buried in the mare’s warm, moist, love tunnel. I ball my hand into a fist, and though I know it’s not the same as a true stallion, begin to slide my hand and arm back and forth in an attempt to penetrate her again and again as a true stud would. After a few. ..thing before."Suddenly, Archie whipped around to say something to Betty, but in doing so "accidentally" spilled his coke all down her top and skirt."Oh! Oh no. Oh no Betty, now I've gone and done it. Let me, oh god. Let me help you with that! Here!" Archie ran to the bathroom and grabbed some towels. "Here go take a shower and rinse all that off. I'll get you something to change in to. Oh Betty, I'm so sorry!" Betty took the towels. "No, Archie, it's my fault. Don't worry." She. At first, it was only a peck. Then, it slowly grew into a really wet tongue wrestle. She was a pretty darned good French kisser, which made me think. Her husband is an idiot to let her go.My hands skilfully unclasped her bras and released her big twins from their cage, all the while not breaking the kiss. I then grabbed and squeezed her boobs with both hands. She began moaning in my mouth. I then pinched her nipples so hard, she broke the kiss and began moaning uncontrollably. I continued.