" I have been. There's nothing wrong with the way you look. At least, only one thing." Oh, right. So there's only one thing wrong with me? And that is..." Your expression." He could tell she needed more, so he went on, "You look beaten down. Miserable. Resigned. Your body's fine. You may not be a model, but I'd personally rather make love to you than your neighbour." He nodded towards Marie. "She's physically gorgeous, but her expression would sour milk. You, if you could find a smile from. "Hmmmm....is that what you saw? You big black stud. I bet you have a big black dick, don't you?" I was only making my pussy hotter and hotter. My mind was racing. A thousand thoughts running through my mind. I had never touched a horses dick. I look at that stuff on the computer all the time, but never had the chance to feel one in person. I went over to the empty stall, and went back inside, closing the gate behind me. I pulled the bale of hay over so I could sit facing the big black stud next. It was as if her pussy had been made to pleasure her brother's cock. John couldn't have agreed more. Although it wasn't as tight as some of the cunts he had been inside the past few days, Theresa's twat gripped his dick perfectly. Her experience and maturity showed as her pussy muscled squeezed wnd massaged his shaft, almost of their own accord. John grunted, a primal fire building inside him, as he grabbed his sister by the waist and started hammering her pussy. Theresa let loose a scream of. I shivered and she whispered, “You like?” “Oh god, yes.” I began to unbutton her blouse and nuzzled her earlobe. Jaime giggled and said, “I love you, Paul.” I slipped her blouse from Jaime’s shoulders, it fell to the floor. Her bra had a front closure which yielded easily to my hand. Her C cup breasts still stood proud, her large pink nipples erect. I rubbed her nipples between my fingers, which made Jaime’s breath catch and she whimpered. Her fingers were weaved into my hair gripping.