Can I get you something? Juice, beer, wine? Would you like a sandwich? Brian said a beer sounded great. The two sat in the quiet, warm night talking ...bout his work. It was the first time in a long time that Brian could say he felt truly relaxed. I used to write said Rachael. Back in college. God its been years. Her face took on a far-off look. What did you write, he asked. And how did it make you feel? Rachael smiled. Oh, silly stuff. Some poetry, some short stories. Nothing really. I kept a. So I think you need to release your innercowgirl and ride your ‘steed’ into your ‘bunkhouse’,”she said. “Wha What?” I asked, not really getting her meaning,but feeling a rush of anticipation anyway.Elizabeth winked at Charlie. “Charlie,” she said. “Whydon’t you wrangle her horse and get him ready to givehis lady a ride?”And with that, Charlie lifted Greg roughly off the sofaand placed him on all fours on the rug. “I. He knew there was no way he was going to make her stop; it felt too good.She took his cock in her mouth briefly and then licked her tongue expertly over and around his balls and along his rigid shaft. She could read his responses and knew what to do next in order to increase his pleasure. Her tongue expertly licked, flicked, swirled, sucked, and caressed his cock and her hands touched him in all the right spots. She took his entire cock inside her mouth and down her throat and didn't gag or. Owen went very slowly, inch by inch, giving her pussy time to adjust to its thickness and length. She was half sitting up, resting on her elbows as she watched him slide into her. When he got about half way in, she began to moan loudly and erupted into a massive orgasm. We all watched in awe as several jets of pussy juice squirted all over his black cock and dripped down his balls."My god woman, your white pussy is amazing," Owen said. "I've never seen a woman bust a nut like that before." I.