I grabbed her hair, shoved her down on my cock and came deep in her throat. I held her mouth down to make sure she licked up and swallowed every last ...drop like a good slut, and she crawled up from under the desk, and opened her mouth to show me the good job she did. I was still semi-hard, but while I was satisfied for now, I figured to work a little longer. I slapped her ass beside me, and asked her to make me something to eat. When I said service, I meant full service.After a while, I decided. I began rubbing, first softly then a little firmer. She moaned "Charlie...oooooohhhh...more please more..." I shoved my hand up her skirt, surprisingly she wasnt wearing any panties, i was overjoyed. Her pussy was so wet i yelled "Ms.Davees you feel soooo good inside, i'm going to fuck you so bad." We pulled into her driveway and ran inside. I pushed her agaisnt the wall as we shoved each others tongues down our throats. I wanted so much more and lost control. She stopped me and said. At what stage of grief am I right now? What did I read about that once? Oh yeah, five stages… something about denial, then followed by anger. I guess I’m at anger. Mad at me. Mad at Peg. Mad at God. Especially mad at God. Why me? And where the hell are you now anyway God? The funeral kinda took care of denial. Not much choice in that one. Oh shit, next comes depression. I’m not going to make it. There’s no way I can get past depression. Oh God, help me! That’s right, bargain with God. Talk to. "My ass, too?" Yes," Mona said. "But, not until you've sucked him off and had your cherry busted."Barbi was floating on a cloud of passion. She stared at Beauty's prick and whimpered. "When can I suck him?" she asked, anxious to taste the horse's cock.Mona eased the agitated horse down onto his side. On her knees, she calmed the black stallion, her soothing words relaxing Beauty as she caressed his flank and ogled his prick."It looks so big!" Barbi exclaimed. She squirmed closer. "It's so big.