Something hit me slightly below my left shoulder blade and then there was a pair of strong arms wrapped tightly around me. I went flying off the horse... and hit the ground with the right side of my body, my face getting the hardest impact. The wind was knocked out of me and his arms were like a python around my chest. I lost consciousness.He woke me when he yanked on the collar of my shirt, ripping it down the front, exposing my breasts. I'm not sure if it was the sound of the ripping cloth or. Their response was so overwhelming as to almost frighten me. They didn't want me to leave and, as if to cement their requests for me to stay, John asked me to dance. Probably that caught me and made me stay more than anything else. I had never danced with anyone in my feminine persona and I very much wanted to. And this was perfect. If I made a fool of myself, I was with friends and I had been drinking. I would probably be able to make it by. I accepted. John's smile and arms enfolded me. She came to the bed, and once again spread my asscheeks, and began to tongue little circles around my butthole, and breath hot and soft onto it. She kissed it, and sucked it, and lightly tongued it. Then she pushed her tongue further inside, and tongue fucked my ass again. “Fuck my ass,” I said. “When I’m ready,” she answered. “I want you to beg for it.” “You can tongue me for as long as you want,” I said. “You’re ready,” was her answer.And I felt the strapon push at my assring, which. When he inserted all four of his fingers into her pussy, Wanda put her arms around Mr. Johnson's neck and opened her legs wide for his inquisitive search into the hidden corners of her baby-making equipment. She was panting like a dog in heat wanting the mature man's cock inside her. But she knew instinctively, it was not correct for her to ask for it, she just had to be patient and hope that Mr. Johnson would take the initiative and make her do those things she had only read about in books.The.