“Thank you! You look sexy too,” the juicy booty bottom replied. “Want something to drink?”“Yeah. You already know I want a beer.”“Okay c...ool.”Adrian returned with a can of Pabst Blue Ribbon.“You look sexy as fuck,” Anton replied.“You think so,” Adrian purred.“Hell yeah! I wanna slap this jumbo dick on that phat ass.”“All night long I hope.”“You already know,” the younger top added.Adrian grabbed the already hard dick and dropped to his knees. He pulled down Anton’s athletic shorts and began. These days, riding girls kitted themselves out with more pads than the skateboarders.I listened to the dull, steady thump of the hoof-falls fade into the distance. I had soon forgotten about Emily and started to fidget on my mobile phone.Perhaps a few minutes had passed; perhaps it was a quarter of an hour. The distraction of the phone could make whole hours and whole days disappear, so it was hard to say, but let’s just say it was still morning. I heard a horse whinnying and Emily pleading. It. A soft moan escapes the brunette's red parted lips as Eric slowly draws his fingertips up the back of her leg and he marvels at the feeling of the warm flesh underneath her black nylon stockings. Between the tactile sensations and the sounds of her moaning, Eric is hard again in no time.His erection soon is evident to his bed partner who stops kissing him."Is that for me?" she asks in a breathy whisper as her hand gently encircles his hard cock.Eric only smiles and a moan of pleasure escapes. “You’re so warm.” Him.“I want to be warm for you. And ready.” Her.He felt his essence begin to elevate, even threaten expulsion.“Uh, oh.” To himself.He couldn’t remember the last time he’d had relations with anyone beside himself. He managed to calm the roil, but, the dam would not hold for long.“I’ve wanted you to kiss me for so long, Lo ... Mr. Grant.” As incongruent as “Mr. Grant” seemed, “Lou” would never be ventured again.Her lips were as soft as he’d imagined in boundless reflections thru.