I was 18 and he was about 23 years old. I didn’t know much English so it was hard to talk to him. But he knew I wanted him. He lived in a Mexican ne...ghborhood in San Antonio, Texas, and was dating my cousin Maria at the time. My cousin Maria introduced us to each other. His name was Justin and boy was he sexy. We were alone one night after Maria fell asleep and we began to drink. We talked about women and how he loved Mexican woman. He asked me why do Mexicans seem to like white men so much,. “That’s… That’s not the point…” She said weakly. “Then what is the point?” He prodded, his hand leaving hers and starting to glide south.“It’s just wrong… you know it is.” “Why, if it makes you happy, why is it wrong?” He asked her, his hand continuing to wander toward her now warming pussy. “Cale…” She tried to speak, but his fingers now made contact with her mound. Her eyes closed as she kept trying to tell him to stop, but words wouldn’t obey. Her body started to respond and excreted her. Go back to your own room.’ Maria slowly left my bed and equally slowly donned her nightdress but leaving her shaft poking, obscenely it now seemed to me, from the front of her gown. She walked with nonchalance past Jenkins, stopped and stroked her ladyprick insolently. She was about to leave when to my horror the Mistress arrived, she also carrying a chamber stick. The Mistress spoke very quietly. ‘Maria, get to your bed. Jenkins and you, Madeleine, come immediately to my bedchamber.’ It was a. Not to mention the other ranch residents reminded him of his pervy pony name constantly.Leslie placed one of her hoof-encased hands on the side of Dany's head and pushed his face into the pasture. Her hips plowed him powerfully. Her hulking thighs flexed and her massive, mocha ass bounced as she bottomed out in Dany's tingling, peach pucker. Her gigantic, sweaty breasts were pressed against his back, her nipples grazing his naked flesh with each thrust.Leslie's face was wrapped in a leather.