Her lips slightly parted showing her clamped white teeth as she hissed continuously. Her full firm breasts bounced nicely. Saliva poured over her lowe... lip making it glisten. I grabbed the twin bouncing globes of flesh, rose up and licked the escaped saliva from her hissing lips. She continued her fevered grinding as if heading for a finish line. Suddenly she let out a screech and her body began convulsing. She leaned forward and stretched out on me trembling and snorting. I continued thrusting. One thing that I think I should mention is that once I got started I decided that I needed to change Estelle’s family name to ‘Warender’ (sometime in the future I’ll get around to reposting the first part of the yarn with that corrected). As always there is a reason behind me making such changes, I suddenly realised that Estelle’s parents (especially her mother) reminded me of a couple characters in a certain (now long defunct) TV series, certain other characters names are respectfully borrowed. The stag ran, scrambling into the water and I left Trunk to track its course while I ran back up to get the horses. Grinder and Sheer were calmly standing where we had left them, picking green shoots from the lower limbs of the trees, and kicking the soft soil underfoot. I think Grinder in particular really liked the feel of the cool earth pushing up over the coronet at the top of his hoof and onto the pastern.I led both horses down to the river, prepared to start looking for Trunk. That wound. We used to watch TV together spoke about this that and everything. Sometimes I will drop some casual jokes and she will laugh with tears.After a while, we were like close friends shared everything but with a limit. She never even asked whether I have a girl in life or such. This continued for many days and even started learning how to cook with the help of her. Things were going as usual until one day when she returned home late than her usual time.I was waiting for her so as soon she entered.