When she asked Peter about them, a small smile came across his face, and he responded that he had no horses, but was contemplating buying one. Walking... a bit further, Susan could see the other side of the stables, and noticed dirt piled high, and what appeared to be a track. She did notice that the track was quite small, perhaps only an eighth of a mile around. She asked Peter about it, and he acknowledged that it was to be a track, that it was still under construction however, and wouldn’t be. I suddenly want him all over me, I want to kiss him, feel him, feel this all over me. His hands hold my thighs firm but I seem to be fighting him. He pulls me down and in the last few flicks gets me closer. I can feel sweat trickle down my body, feel the fabric rub against my naked skin, feel the air against my skin, feel his day old stubble on my inner thighs, his fingers digging into my butt. They all seem to be conspiring against me..pushing me closer and closer to the edge.I scream with. 'You've got the right idea,' she said, 'but leave it to me. Okay?'That confused the hell out of me. It was my turn to give, and hers to receive. What was there to leave up to her? But I was her student, and she was my mistress. 'Okay.'I got my answer within seconds. She slid up my torso to kneel over my head with my face between her thighs and her fine-haired crotch just above my mouth. The thrill of being that close to her sex was already stiffening my cock. Her swollen, glistening beauty,. Her eyes were closed and her face grimaced. Bobby grabbed hols of her swinging breasts and squeezed them. Des started to grunt and breathe harder. He told Bobby to pinch her nipples hard and as he did she let out a shriek and then a long groan as she orgasmed.As she shuddered Dez pulled out of her and keeping hold of her plait dragged her off the table, pushing her down on to her knees before shoving his cock into her mouth and fucking it until she was gagging and after about a minute he let.