The tack room had a fridge I had stocked with basics, bottled water especially.Standing still after a run isn’t a good idea, better to walk and cool...down so we kept moving, drinks in hand, Laura rolling her chilled water bottle across her forehead, one hand soothing a breast. Me... ?? I was looking at her breasts, had been on and off for the last three circuits, I know she noticed, only now did she speak. “My girls are a little larger than yours, too much running without support and they ache. She pressed her tits together and he slid between them and fucked them like he did her hot box. GIVE ME YOUR JUCE! BUT FUCK MY CUNT FIRST!He took her legs and propped them up his shoulders spreading them apart to expose her dripping steamy hot box. He gripped his shaft and slid inside her once again, her tightness returned. He thrust deep into her crevice. Her warm juices flowed around his cock and dripped from her lips. He fucked her hard and soft. In and out, in and out working up a. As the widest part stretchedher ass ring out of all proportion, Pansy could do nothing but look athim with an expression of pure neediness.Eventually, the plug popped free and Pansy's whole being felt empty, andin need of cock. She could tell by its absence how much the plug focusedher lust on being a pretty sissy pansy and how without it her mind wasvoid of any thought besides men's cocks.Pulling his extremely large penis from the cruel confines of his uniform,the Sheriff guided Pansy's. . anything.While doing housework that afternoon, Marcy watched a favorite soap opera in which a couple who wanted children but could not have any because of the wife's infertility, found a young woman who agreed to go to bed with the husband, then bear his child and give the baby to the couple.As Marcy watched, an idea flitted across her mind. What if she could find a woman who could satisfy Kirk in bed, someone who could take care of his sexual needs, not totally, but often enough so that she.