O.K., Maybe more like a house call. It was decided. As distasteful as it seemed, we would need someone to prepare Tracy to accommodate my new super ...sized cock. We were out of other acceptable options as we saw them, and we both knew we would have to see it through to the end. It was Tracy who first suggested Steve for the task of preparing her. She had accidentally walked in on him while he was naked, in his room. He had been mastur- bating as she’d walked in. He had asked her. They had a quick snack and went out to the stables to saddle horses. The girls rode all over the property, enjoying the freedom and power of the horses. They returned exhausted and happy, cares and troubles forgotten.These afternoon rides became a regular occurrence for two or three afternoons a week. Katie slowly came out of her shell and became almost talkative. She was continuing weekly sessions with a psychologist but I was convinced that the horses should be getting most of the credit.I. Champa started breathing fast with Aah and Ooh. Soon she was writhing and bumping making my lund rotate around in her now relaxed chut. As our excitement escalated my strokes became fast and irregular. Couple of times I pulled out completely to ‘air’ my lund to hold my cumimg. (I learnt this trick from Baasanti).After about twenty minutes of vigorous fucking she had a shattering orgasm. I was not far behind. The post-orgasmic flutter in her chut played tricks on my lund, and I swept into an. It was dark out. Ean’s naked body laid curled up next to me. Two meals were set on the nightstand next to my head. More wetness trickled from my eyes. What was I putting mom through? How much was I hurting her in so desperately clinging to Ean for comfort instead of her?Silently, my sandwich disappeared into my mouth. Still hungry, I brought the other plate onto the mattress with me and ripped a tiny piece from the corner of the bread. I pushed it into Ean’s mouth. It was several minutes before.