You lose any small amount of self-control you had left as she wriggles her fingers around your panties, slipping her finger against your bare wet puss.... “Mmmmm,” you moan. She stops kissing you and looks into your eyes. “My God, you are so fucking wet,” she says. You say nothing as you slip your hand down the front of her panties, feeling her wetness with your fingers, and slide your index finger into her, feeling no resistance at all. “So are you," you whisper. “Mmm, don’t stop that," she. Of course we had no observers, onlookers, or spectators. Did we? Ha, made you look! Made you look again! No for real…Luke, is that Mom sitting on the basement steps? Isn’t she drinking a glass of that lemonade Crista brought down a while ago? Holy shit, it is!Now, ain’t this a fine kettle of fish! Well hell, Mom has seen this much, she can just watch the rest! I wasn’t going to tell Crista yet and, by god, I couldn’t stop myself now if my life depended on it!It’s a good thing Crista’s. I guess she thought I was the new stable hand or something, and she was the mistress of the manor. I took a few minutes to check my new horse over, but he didn't look any the worse for his recent exercise. I walked him over to the new corral and got a couple of my hands to sponge him down before turning him loose in the main corral."Where's your brother, and why did he let you ride my new stallion?" I had just walked into the house and my eyes hadn't adjusted to the change in light yet. Juana. ‘You see, you enjoyed wearing those garments, and I have kept them for you, you will wear them for me many times, Princess Butt-Slut, my whore-goddess.’ ‘But … but … you are in Europe,’ blustered Blen. ‘I returned, especially for yesterday. I explained to William that we will marry, and that I wanted to take your cherry-ass, and the Masters, the sentimental bunch, agreed. I took your ass-cherry, and I enjoyed you so much I took you once more in the CR. You looked so cute, the perfect slut, with.