I had never had anything made with cherries before, but when I was done eating, and having had three glasses of milk, I sat back. "Why don't we sit on... the porch, you can tell me about it." She left the room, with me trailing behind her. "My name is Marilyn Houser. What's your name." "Raymond. Raymond Iverson. I'm 13? but I'm not sure about my birthday. The school said it was June 10th." "What about your family Raymond, won't they be looking for you?" That started a flood of tears. I told her. Mydress and petties went flying up in back, revealing my bulging lace-trimmed baby panties to the row of jeering boys. Whimpering in shame, Iclamped down on my nervous bladder, and with difficulty managed to stemthe warm trickling flow. Blushing furiously, I tugged my short hem downin back and scrambled to my feet. I scooted over to the other side withthe rest of the grinning girls, struggling to control my waywardpetties and wondering if any of the boys realised I was wearing nappiesunderneath. He [ the horse] pushed hard again, opening her already abused pussy lips even wider. This was far worse than being fisted.One great thrust and he was fully inside her, pushing against her cervix. He humped and humped unmercifully, as only a stallion can, pushing the table back with each thrust.Her cunt was stretched like when a baby’s head was delivered, except it happened every ½ second instead of only once! The stallion whinnied, made a huge heave, which drew a scream from “GT” like she’d. She looked to be about 24 and had short blonde hair. She was wearing black yoga pants that highlighted her fit hips and very attractive ass. He mid riff top showed off her flat muscular tummy and perky breasts. She didn’t have a massage table but did carry a bag with oil and seemed eager to get started as soon as we paid her the first $500. Christine was ready. She had on a robe and smiled when she greeted Jen. Jen asked her to disrobe and lay on the bed on her stomach with a towel draped.