Maybe next year. Or the year after that. Not yet, at any rate.The sun was slowly dimming away behind the mountain, yet some wild sunrays bounced off t...he glimmering sea like flecks of sprinkled gold across his eyes. He squinted for a moment, and looked away.Dan blinked furiously until his vision redjusted and once he could see clearly once more he was startled by the figure of a wrinkled old man in a tweed suit, grinning widely with his hands glued to the sides.Dan was surprised; he wasn't. "Are you even sure it's ripe? Do you know how terrible a half ripe cherry taste?" he kidded her.Giggling she swatted him on the arm, "Don't kid about this, Chaz. I want you to do it today." Just trying to relax you a bit, Kitten. I still think I better check to see if it's ripe. That's one of the first things the Manual says you're supposed to do." Manual? What are you talking about?" Oh, the Manual for De-flowering Virgins. Surely you've heard of it." This produced more giggles from his. Her wheels crunching on the ground must have alerted the man to her presence, because he turned to her and lifted his brow. ‘Can I help you?’ he asked her. ‘What’s his name?’ Raechel inquired, pointing to the stallion. ‘He used to be Wind Dancer, but now we call him Windust.’ The man walked over and set the syringe on a bale of hay, turning to her. ‘Windust, like Stardust,’ she said, her blue eyes sparkling as she wheeled up to the gate. ‘Yeah, something like that.’ He filled the food bucket.. I liked it so much I dipped my fingers in my own cunt, brought them to my mouth and we shared sucking my fingers. “Do the other hand,” Jerome asked. I did. But at the same time, I took the knob of his dick and rubbed it across my pussy, then circled my hole. “Ung! Ung! Ung.” With each grunt, he forced himself into me. My moist hand came back to our lips.The rhythm came naturally. I like the missionary way and we were at it for maybe three minutes when I exploded. I couldn’t get enough of him. I.