I take my thumb and press it against your asshole. You feel the pressure and press back against it making my thumb sink into your ass. You groan as m...y thumb enters your ass. You bit your lower lip to try and silence your moans as you ride me. We can hear people all around us looking for Easter eggs. I pull my thumb from your ass and on your next upward movement I pull my cock from your pussy. I move it just in time so your downward movement rams my cock into your asshole making you yelp with. That went as far as both my mother and my father were concerned. Indeed, my sister and my Mom had nothing less than a tumultuous relationship their entire lives — always seeming to be in some kind of battle of wits in jockeying for a favorite position of grace within my father’s eyes. However, their battles went fought for nothing as far back as I can remember, simply because of the way that my Dad always and forever adored me. And these things that are felt among the family members but are. He could see her inner thigh, and blushed deeper feeling his cock hardening in his pants.She must have noticed to, because her head tilted, looking down at his growing dick. She shifted her gaze to his own, noticing him looking at her body, and smiled. She innocently slid her shirt off, dropping it in a nearby pulled, along with her loin cloth, as if she were cleaning them. She was bent over so perfectly, that both her pussy and ass were showing. He groaned, rubbing his hand against his inner. "Any time you're ready, asshole, I am. I don't take even empty threats kindly." He hung up and returned to his meal. He had more pressing problems right then than some crazy fool on the phone.He finished his meal, then placed the dishes in the dishwasher. Back on went his parka. When he struggled through the blowing snow out to the horse barn he got an uneasy feeling.Then the power went out just as he opened the door to the one stall infirmary. He heard a nervous snuffling and hoofs shifting on.