She opened her eyes and smiled as I entered the room. We really did it didnt we, babe? Are you relly OK with what went on? I assured her it was great ...and told her it was the hottest thing I couldve ever imagined. No regrets? I told her that the thing I regretted was that I didnt have a video camera to record it all. Oh, god, that wouldve been hot – being able to see myself. I felt so wicked, like the biggest slut in the world. How does my pussy look, it feels like its on fire. Tina spread her. , Paris, London, you name it. She made it onto the covers of s*******n, Elle, and appeared on last month’s edition of Glamour. Then it hit me. I remembered my eyes catching sight of a magnificent, chaste, innocent face on one of the magazine covers on the rack by the checkout line at the supermarket where I worked. I was busy at the time, and had just caught a glimpse of her face. I had made a mental note to go back and check her out later, which I never did. I recalled the bold orange. I pressed her back against the living room wall and started pumping. "Faster, harder," she urged me. “Oh fuck,” I heard my wife scream out. Rob was having his way with her. I drifted off for a few seconds, still continuing to pump Lauren. 'How did we get into this?' I thought to myself. Lauren wrapped her legs tighter around my waist and drove her body up and down to match my strokes. “I want you to bend me over the coffee table and fuck me doggy-style,” she commanded. Actions followed words. " With a whistle, the sound of splintering wood and then the pounding of hooves could be heard and a huge black stallion came to her."Careful, Princess, that animal is wicked and still wild," Graeme said, trying to pull her back."Nonsense." She stroked the animal's nose. He nickered and nudged her hand, wanting more attention. "He just needed someone who understands him." That animal has thrown every rider who tried to ride him, he's bitten my stable hands, and now you have him eating out of.