" Is fucking fun?" Of course it is." Would I be fun to fuck?" Shit, yes," he said, grinning."Then will you fuck me?" she excitedly asked, her eyes glo...ing with lust."I wish I could," he sighed. "But that would be impossible." Why?" Because you're my sister." So what," giggled Marci. "I've got a cunt, and you've got a cock. Isn't that all fucking takes?" It's not that simple," he explained. "Fucking your own sister is incest." I know that," she pouted. "But I want to be fucked." Then start out. A brand new Hydrogen generator hummed happily in the basement right next to the burned-out 1000-year-old scrap heap of the old one, sending electricity to a thousand lamps or more.Volund caressed the fine dark red leather he was wearing and found his long fur-trimmed cape quite regal.The heavy golden clan chief necklace was around his neck and his right hand was on the hilt of Hevnen, the great broadsword of the Olafson clan. He once again felt like a clan chief should, proud, mighty in stature. Carla eyed the little stud with his front hooves on the gate and his hard horse cock sticking out with an upward curve. He had a very useful look and size. Jenny slid the lower board out of the stall gate and pushed a low bench underneath. She told Carla to hold the gate and slide her pussy up to the horse dick without entering the stall. Carla lay back comfortably on the bench and Jenny guided the horse meat into her wet puss. The little horse held the gate with his front legs and began to. I couldn't control as my dream was become true experience. I sucked and squeezed her fully fleshed breasts and started kissing her lips directly. I removed my shirt and pant and I was only on my underwear that time. I started kissing her lips, her cheeks, neck line, both of her breasts, her naval, her fully exposed stomach, her cleavage, her arm pit and her legs. Suddenly I felt her silent responses and i didn't stopped my kissing and fondling. I started discharging but I continued my love.