Time to grab breakfast.I slip on my pink cat slippers and open my bedroom door and head down the hall to the back stairs to head down to the kitchen. ...This was a convenient touch to the house as it allows us to get downstairs to the kitchen without having to go to the main parts. So if my parents have guests over or whatever then we will not be interrupting.As I get to the bottom of the stairs I see my dad at the kitchen table looking at his tablet with a cup of coffee and a half eaten bagel in. This particular chore I didn't mind because the back barn was very near that nice little spring.So off in the truck I drove. I got the salt blocks loaded into the truck, then drove over to the spring. I stripped down and waded into the water. It was a little cool, which made my nipples, stand out straight. I was hoping the dip in the spring would help clear my mind and cool off the warmth in my pussy I was still feeling from seeing that enormous horse cock. After my dip I was lying with my head. She saw all the bondage equipment: the horse, the table, the wall ladder.“No,” she shouted.It was a fight, a real, no-holds-barred-fight. Cathy kicked and screamed and cursed and bit and scratched. I got kicked hard in the leg and claw marks down my left arm. It was over when I pinned her face down on the floor, holding up arms up in the air, twisting them, leveraging her body into the floor, as I sat on her back. Mary attached thick leather restraints to Cathy’s four limbs and her neck. As. Then I saw his incredible black dick entering between Ana’s engorged reddish pussy lips with extreme speed and very easy.Ana cried again in pain; that second cock was even bigger than the first one.Jimmy Boy seemed to be a real fucking mechanical machine… His thrusts were twice as long and at least four times as hard as mine. I could hear his balls slapping Anita’s sopping wet pussy echoing through the garage over her moans of sheer ecstasy… I could see Anita’s pussy juices flooding on his long.