"You must stand and be judged, do not leave the barn, leaving will make you appear as if guilty, and those who are judged as guilt must pay the ultima...te price," said the then again her fast fading double."I do not want to be raped by a horse, that is your bag," Valerie argued as she walked from out the barn and toward the house."Aye it was me that started it with Morgan, but it was your fantasy wish and dream that helped make his dreams come true. Horses dream too, and Morgan had a dream about. Do I know any of the women?" I asked playfully."You might," he replied mysteriously.I placed the call to his burn cell phone. I was a little surprised that he was still using the older one. "Peter, you need a new phone," I suggested."After this call, I'm going to the marina." he said."I didn't need to know that," I replied. Just to let him know not to trust anyone. "So what do you know?" I know that you are dealing with one miserable son of a bitch. He is one of the worst mother fuckers it has. She had learned that, although the orgasm is the greatest part, the build up to that point is almost as good. She reached down with her free hand and began rubbing her clit with every stroke of the vibe. "Ooooo! Oh God Jim, keep doing that! Yes!" Becky murmured as she continued fucking herself. "Oh, yeah, that's wonderful, Jim. I love what you're doing to me!"Her orgasm continued to mount, growing stronger and deeper as she plunged the vibrator in and out of her pussy. Her pace began to quicken. It works too, and I feel triumphant when she asks for more. I put a fingertip against her opening and push, loving the way she holds onto me. I feel around inside her pink box, buried to the knuckle, and she reaches down between us to grab my dick bulging in my shorts. We play with each other, her hand on me, my hand in her, and she doesn't stop kissing me. When I force a second finger into her, and she finally pulls away for air. I keep my free hand on her back, holding her to my chest so I.