" Callie laughed. "I think something could be arranged." She trailed her finger down the middle of my chest; my cock jumped in response. "I can't bel...ieve she let you go. I wouldn’t have." I cleared my throat. "You might decide she did the right thing." Her lips curved and she laughed low in her throat as she drew her finger upwards. I bit back a groan. "Now, Dizzy, why would I ever let you go?" "Maybe I'm a bad kisser," I offered. I was dizzy, all right, and she was making me so. "Let's. She remembered it was much the same in the championship bull-riding display tent in front of the casino. The weight of him on her back and with his huge dong buried inside her dripping wet pussy, she felt helpless no matter how hard she struggled. He was brute force and she was no match for his power. It was inevitable and she took it shaking and shuddering with her joyful emotion. The sounds of her surrender shamed her into silence and acceptance of his control.It was too hard to explain to. I found myself thinking of Kelly again, and as I did, my cock was starting to swell. I rubbed the growing hardness through my boxers as I thought about her. She was a few years older than me, and was a curvy woman. She wasn’t fat, just. . . cuddly, a little bit of extra padding, as I like to call it. She had wide hips, with an ample ass to follow. Sometimes all it took for me to get an erection was for her to turn her back on me, and her ass would just fill my vision. Perhaps I had a thing for. Clyda knelt back down again, and Jordan felt Clyda's powerful tongue begin to gently lick her slit. Then Clyda moved up to her breasts, her forelegs straddling the bed. As Clyda moved forward, her massive cock brushed against Jordan's thighs and belly, and also the edges of her breasts. It was like being massaged with a warm, soft log. Jordan began to shiver, partly from anticipation of the event she longed for, and partly from the slight breeze blowing in from the window that began to.