The bed moved minutely. Rolling toward the disturbance, Misty bumped into Bill. He drew a finger down her leg from her knee to her ankle. "Pray tell, ...my little minx, what's wrong?"Misty snuggled into his hip. Her face aimed at the headboard. That way she could avoid eye contact. "I'm useless." Misty latched onto Bill's waist. His hand stroked her back. Turning into him, Misty started to weep. Though Bill never moved, the bed shifted again. A second hand joined the one trying to soothe. But, as I let the surgical sheet drift into oblivion, I didn't have to go any further as she was naked underneath. Beautifully naked.If Spirits can drool, I must have done so looking at that extremely pretty body of hers. "Like what you see," she quickly asked me."You are so beautiful," I replied."I trimmed myself just for this operation," she giggled. "I didn't think I'd be having Spirits ogle at me though." You are so very beautiful," I said again."Thanks," Tammy, or rather her Spirit told. Jones under his desk. Occasionally, when the bank had a particularly good week, he would fuck Jenna as she stretched out over his desk on her back. Monica had some inkling of the things going on in that office every week, but was far too shy and quiet to say anything. Keeping to herself and only politely talking to Jenna when she needed to. It wasn’t enough she suspected Jenna of fucking the boss, but Jen made a show of flirting with every halfway good looking guy that walked into the bank. Of. Lately I only ride him bare back wearing a sports bra and a pair of "Daisey Duke" shorts. I love to feel the play of his muscular body between my legs, my fingers twined in his mane with his spine rubbing my swollen clit. No one else can come near him and he is very protective of me almost as if I were part of the herd, perhaps his own personal mare. Sometimes when we go for a long ride the lather on his body is indistinguishable from the wet cream flowing from my wet pussy. The strong smell of.