Of god, if only he could suck them. My hand slipped behind me, edging in between us so that I could mould and massage his twitching cock. Oh no, he wa...sn’t unaffected! His cock was standing so stiff and straight that it would soon be jutting above the top of his low-riding shorts if it grew anymore. I ached to touch it without boundaries. To feel the sweet, viscous precum that I knew was there, begging to be massaged into his sensitive helmet. I ached, but it helped now to know that he ached. You are feeling tremendous excitement rushing throughout you. Oh, how wonderful it is. And, getting ever so close to your orgasm. Oh, don’t stop… Now the pressure increases and the tempo increases in-out-in-out. Your tension rises to a fever pitch. You can think of nothing else except the pleasure your entire being is experiencing. Your clitoris seems to be on fire…your entire body nearly bursting with excitement. The tempo increases again and you are almost in ecstasy. Oh, how wonderful. “And with a horse, no less.”She extended the phone and there was a pretty, though somewhat flustered-looking blonde with windswept hair. She appeared to be yanking down on the bridle, trying to make the animal heel. It was a huge chestnut stallion; no horse that big could be a mare, he thought. Not to his limited understanding.“She looks just like you,” he said, remembering too late.She offered a wry grin. “Not presently, but give her fifty years or so. Or did you mean that she resembles me in. My. God.I think I know the answer to this one, but are you really sore afterwards? And if you’re with a guy, or a girl with a dildo, do you have sex right after it or are you pretty much done?I can only speak for myself, but I’m usually pretty much done. It’s an amazing orgasm. If you went out for a five-course meal, finished your crème brûlée with a beautiful glass of 200-year-old port, would you go to McDonald's afterward?I guess I wouldn’t.There you go.Are you sore afterward?Me? No,.