"Me too," Callie sighed, and they both watched as the school bus drove away. "I wish you didn't have to work today," she smiled seductively at him.He ...ould tell she was horny by the way she looked at him. He playfully chased her around the yard until they ended up back inside the house. They stood in the living room kissing. Callie looked at the clock, and realized there was about fifteen minutes before Lonnie would arrive to pick up Cade for work. She slowly fell on her knees in front of him. My body hardens.I moan, "Oh my GOD!"I see stars and see fireworks on my eyelids. This feeling passes, slowly. My toes uncurl, my body softens once again. Slowly, I move my hand in my pussy. I curl my body again over me. My free hand helps my trapped hand escape from its cage. Clamping on my knuckles and my hand slides free. My wrist is red, and lightly swollen. "Holy shit! I broke my wrist!" I think. Gingerly, I move my hand, curling and lengthening each finger, rotate my wrist. Just sore. I. John had never considered fucking the mare, but his need was growing and Clara's actions were only a figment in his imagination. Standing up, he dragged the bench to the mare's stall. Seeing her heat, he closed his eyes and pushed forward into her warmth, imaging his dick was burying itself into Clara's pussy rather than the mare's. The horse grunted at the feeling of his thrust, and John moaned at the suction on his cock. He began to thrust, harder and faster into the mare. He imagined Clara. His skin had a sun-kissed glow about it, as if he spent a lot of time outdoors. I took in all his male perfection in a moment, before twigging to the fact that there was a strange man in my apartment. Scrambling to get under the covers, behind the bed, somewhere to hide my nakedness, I screeched “What are you doing here?!?” Or tried to screech-- the words caught in my throat and came out at just over a whisper. “You invited me in on a passing sunbeam,” he smiled, as he leered at what he could.