I was going to be his now and he was letting me know it. Yes, I was a bitch, HIS BITCH and he was going to take her whether she wanted it or not.I kep... trying everything I could think of to escape what was going to happen but it was impossible. He weighed almost as much as me and was too powerful. I lowered my ass hoping he wouldn’t be able to get down far enough to stab his cock in my pussy but he was strong enough that his front legs gripped around my waist were actually lifting my ass up to. J. I haven't done this for years. Our mouths came together, tongues exploring each others mouths as our hands continued to knead each other, Fiona's mouth tasted of cider and tobacco, but at that moment it was a wonderful taste, the scent of her femininity filled the room as it mixed with my own. Suddenly I felt her hand under my skirt, her fingers inching under my white,silk knickers.I gave a moan as she pushed a finger into me gently moving it in and out. She stopped kissing me, standing up. When I get to the back door it's wide open. Okay, something’s not right. As I enter I notice clothing strewn throughout the house like a trail. Some men's clothes, some I recognised as Cathy’s. The trail leads me to our bedroom. As I get closer I'm hearing moans of pleasure. The sexual kind. The bedroom door is barely cracked open. As I quietly push it open, I can see my wife Cathy on her hands and knees in the doggy position. Behind her is a large black man ramming his huge cock into my wife.. "After breakfast, I'm going to go see our horses for a few minutes, then visit our neighbors and thank them for looking after things while we were gone. I talked to them on the phone Friday afternoon just before we got in, so they know we're back, but I want to make sure they know how much we appreciate their taking care of things while we were gone on our trip."Fred had finished his eggs, hash browns and bacon. He put a dollop of fresh butter on his plate, poured sorghum syrup on it, then.