"That look good, Mom?!" Brad said wickedly. Sharon looked up at Brad in a daze and Brenda closed her eyes and began sucking up and down on Brad's teen...ge cock. It pulsed with life between her lips as she loved it with her mouth."Oooohh, good job, Brenda!... aaaahhyeeaaahh... keep watching her, Mom... aaaaahh... you girls know what I like!" Brad gasped out his commentary as she continued to copulate his rampant rod. She wished Brad would start fingerfucking her again - the combination of cock in. Her screams turned to sobs not long after I set the mirror down. A pang of guilt struck me deeply as I listened to her baleful anger dissolve into mournful agony. Curiosity got the better of me and I looked into the mirror again.She was crying bitterly—or, at least, that was how my brain must be interpreting her spiritual energies. I could see tears and snot running down her nose as she choked on her own anguish. Her fingers were woven into her hair at the scalp, pulling in a futile attempt to. It became plainly obvious that Treeya had some higher-level connection with the horses that Sheel, Roya or I were not privileged to have. Treeya was able to direct the horses with very little effort, however this was not the case for her three mates. The horses allowed us to sit on their backs, but if Treeya was not close at hand, getting our animals to walk, turn left, turn right or even stop, once the started walking was difficult if not impossible.Through trial and error, we learned that in. “Just how do I put these on?” She looked at him with a look that almost made him cum.“Here let me show you”, and he held the garter belt for her and then demonstrated how to hook the stockings. He let his hands and fingers linger longer than needed on her leg, the feel of her cool smooth skin made his heart race faster. As she finished he pulled out a black silk dress out of the garment bag. “Now step into this.” He held it for her and then zipped up the back. It was a low back and low cut.