"I can walk, Ma'am," he said. He just naturally looked over at his horse, which he'd rather be riding. The animal seemed to be doing fine. Without the...weight of a rider, it was putting a little weight on the hoof the shoe had come off of. He'd thought about putting it down, but couldn't bring himself to do it for just a thrown shoe. If it kept following them, they'd eventually find a farrier and the horse would be fine after that. Assuming it didn't go completely lame in the meantime. If that. Mom had her arms around Jakes neck and her legs around his waist. She was pulling herself up and down with her twat rubbing on the under side of Jakes engorged prick as it stuck up between them. Midge had her hands wrapped around my shaft and was pumping my hard dick slowly and rhythmically while she stared at the top end of Jakes cock appear and disappear as Mom slid up and down.“I’m getting so turned on Denny” Midge said as I pumped my fingers into her tiny little pussy hole. “Will you show. I soon had my head up under the dress sucking her nipples, my hand inside her tiny panties.“Guess what,” she hissed, pulling my shirttail out and caressing my bare back.“What?” I asked, as I flicked away at one stiff little nipplenub.“I’m on the Pill.”She didn’t have to say any more. I moved lower and pulled her panties down. She spread her boyish white thighs wide for me. As I licked her fragrant cunt, I undid my pants and pulled them down, freeing my rampant cock. Her cunt was wet,. "I pulled my head back to look into Melissa's face. All I saw was caring, concern, softness; not a hint of anger at my attack nor any defiance on her part."Why do you want to hurt your husband so much, Melissa? He loves you very much." I'm not sure, Ginny. I love him too. I don't know if I really want to hurt him, or if I wanted to hurt you and your mother for shaming me. Or maybe I'm just a slut like Granny." Don't talk like that about me, child, even joking. If it weren't for sluts, you.