—but that's just my experience.—and Garrett's.—and most everyone else we've lassoed into joining us."What the hell are you daydreaming about now..." Garrett jostled me, propelling me toward the back of my horse Mason's stall. "Dirk, I'm not mucking out this entire barn for you." Sorry, dude …distracted." I dragged my bare arm across my forehead to wipe away the perspiration and grime. Summer had been brutal this year. Mid-eighties since June. Jeans, my favorite boots, and a white, sleeveless. I had an hour to prepare for my late lunch date. I walked into the restaurant wearing my cutest casual outfit I owned. He had a table ready. He stood to greet me and even pulled my chair out for me. That gentlemanly act only made me yearn for him more. We sat and talked about our weeks and things going on in the world as we ate our lunch. Every once in a while our eyes would meet, and he would smile. I would quickly look down. As lunch came to an end, I did not want to leave. I enjoyed his. She was fingering and eating Abby out. Abby was moaning louder than ever before. Grace began to work several fingers into her little sisters pussy. This led to Abby climaxing so hard that she squirted onto her sisters face. Abby got down from Marcus and Marcus got off of me. Abby then climbed onto my dick. I slid my dick into her extremely wet pussy. Marcus came up behind her and stuck his dick inside Abby's asshole. Abby released moans that I'm sure the neighbors heard. We alternated our. She then placed her bent left knee on the seat of the couch, leaned over and propped herself up by placing her elbows on the sofa arm. With her perfect heart-shaped ass staring at me, she swiveled her head over her right shoulder. Looking back at me, she licked her lip and said, "I want you to fuck me doggy." She inserted her right middle finger into mouth, then put the spit-covered finger inside of her. From behind, I watched as her painted fingertip repeatedly went in and out her vagina..