And then it started. The horse went wild bucking, driving the cock in and out Sandra. Wailing in pleasure Sandra gritted her teeth and to her surprise... she found her self pushing back onto the cock of the horse as it f***** her brains out. Pounding away at her insides the horse cock filled her totally the slime of previous orgasms helping it slip freely in and out of her. Shuddering in the after orgasm Sandra trembled and squirmed. The orgasum rising again in her deep and dark. It rushed up on. I didn’t know whether to offer my lips or cheek but she pushed my head slightly to one side and put her lips close to my ear.“Don’t masturbate tonight,” she whispered, “save it for me tomorrow.”Then she gave me a peck on the cheek, bid me goodnight and went upstairs leaving me sitting there with a painfully hard cock knowing full well I wouldn’t be sleeping well tonight. I replayed the past few minutes in my mind and found it hard to believe what had happened. I had never even dreamed I would. I never really remember my dreams, which is something new, I always used to remember my dreams. My body is sweating, and in the back of my head I always think: ”Did I pee myself?.” Of course I didn’t because that would be silly. I don’t know why it would be silly, because I had no clue if I did pee myself or not. I could only find that out if I smelt my wetness which was either sweat or piss. It’s amazing that one could think all that in a matter of five seconds.So I lift all the different. A more rapid escalation to his acquiescence than I would have expected. Anyway, I didn't over think it, using my grip on his mouth to pull his head up and back into my crotch, so he was facing up at me while I rubbed myself out on the top of his head, smiling down at that massive boner of his.Of course his eyes were locked sideways to avoid me like a fag. "Look at me" I ordered, and his teary eyes flicked up to mine, still leaking water, his cheeks fire-engine red now. "good. Keep your eyes on.