In the meantime Sean and Sara were staring at the bed where the man had been. There was nothing there now, not even a depression on the bare mattress...."What happened to that guy? Where did he go?" Sean asked in a weak, squeaking voice."Go!?" I asked, looking up from Annie to find the bed empty."I don't know, but we're going to need to bring Annie back to consciousness to find out," I told them."Sean, see if there are any small towels or wash clothes in the bathroom. Wet a couple of them with. I had married very young and had a son when I was just 17. Over the years I have grown to love sex and wanted it all the time. My husband works out of town a lots and when he does get home, we usually have sex about once or twice a week, which leaves me craving for more. I know he probably has a girlfriend along the way because he seems to have lost interest in our sex life. I stay horny all the time and masturbate almost every night, sometimes twice a night. One day I had my little 18 year old. In a few minutes one of them approached him and then the others drifted over. He was hurriedly pressed into petting and scratching duty.Leaving them to it, Denac and I found a handy boulder and remounted. I decided that we should try riding among the cashda and donkeys ourselves, maybe as a preview to what they had coming.Hell, I don't know why I didn't think of it sooner. The cashda didn't seem a bit put out that Denac and I rode Buster and Candace in among them; even the lead mare didn't get. Her white buttocks and thighs lit up in the shade in the bush. She looked at him. He gazed at the side of her butt. He smiled and seemed to enjoy himself. He is probably eager for a peep, the pussy-hungry peeping Tom! she thought. "I like girls who are a bit shy," he said. She smiled gratefully at him. He leaned forward and looked up between her legs, but could only see grass — unless she had dyed her pussy hair green. "Oh, no, you don't!" she said and pushed him back. Quickly, he straightened.