“Indeed, I am,” she said, while glancing up at the floor indicator with what I sensed was anticipation. Feeling a certain level of openness in the... thirty seconds we shared the elevator, I bravely inquired further. “Are you meeting someone special?” Fully anticipating a mature smackdown, I was elated when she smiled and said, “Yes, I am.” Not wanting to press any further, I couldn’t resist a flirty, but genuine compliment. Stepping back slightly so I could casually frame what I was seeing, I. A few high ivory clouds hung lazily in the air. I knew this was going to be a grand day for training. Thinking back, even a rainy day, or a snow filled one wouldn’t stop me having fun with the ponies. Here at the ranch we didn’t like to think of the girls as b**sts of burden. We certainly didn’t want anyone getting the wrong idea. Bred for pleasure of the senses, that’s all they were.In this day and age no one needs a horse, you need a truck. Fortunately this philosophy didn’t dilute our fetish. True to his basic nature, the Major looked at her and rudely demanded, "Who the hell are you?"I could tell his attitude upset the hell out of Masha (and it sure as hell upset me!) so I stopped, grabbed him by the arm, spun him around, got in his face and threatened, "Listen you pompous bastard, you just insulted the hell out of my soon to be wife! I suggest you apologize unless you want me to take to you back to the fucking holding cell."He gave me an evil grin then made a hell of a. A moan escapes the mouth of Stephanie. While you suckle at her tits, she reaches down and puts her hand in your pants. She grabs your hardening cock and starts fishing around for the tip. ‘Holy crap, where does it end?’ Stephanie finally finds the end of your long 14-inch python and pulls it out of the fly of your pants and starts stroking it. You stop sucking on her humongo-bongo breasts and Stephanie gets down on her knees to take your full length in her mouth. She gags as she takes your.