I smiled to myself and got out of the car. As I reached the door, I got my first glimpse of my sexy friend. She was wearing a tight white t-shirt wh...ch barely reached past her naval. She had on a tiny pair of white panties which clearly outlined her pussy. My cock was now straining against my jeans. "Come on in," she said in the sexiest voice I had ever heard. "I've been waiting for this all week and I can't wait any longer. Fuck me" she told me. I didn't need any more encouragement. I. ’ That had been all she’d said at the time. Her hand still on my shoulder she smiled at Anita. “Definitely not matchmaking, darling but you could do worse and so could this silly cow. Must dash before that bitch Jenny Cleethorpes moves in on the object of my desire. She’d fuck anything, the mood she’s in tonight.’ ‘Her husband’s here,’ said Anita with a slightly surprised expression. ‘Trust me, girls, Jimmy Cleethorpes would rather watch Jen getting a bit than do it himself, lazy bastard. And. It got lonely, when I wasn’t tending the animals or doing chores, but since I had turned thirteen, I had books and my right hand for masturbating. It began when I watched the animals mating for the first time. My cock got hard and slippery and felt like it needed a release, so I started jerking off as the animals were fucking.I was cleaning the stalls one day when the horses got a little excited and the stallion mounted the mare with his two-foot-long cock and began humping. I stopped cleaning. Okay, that's not really right. It's not that I don't think about it, what I mean is I don't have to like, concentrate on it like I used to. Before I had to concentrate on sending you a door to bring you to wherever I was, now I just have to want you there and the rest takes care of itself."Rebecca's pretty smart, she asked the obvious question right away, "Can I leave again on my own or am I stuck here?" Yes and no. You are not really stuck there automatically. For instance you could just get.