We were there for ages, I think we were about the last to leave. We were both pretty emotional – and by then we’d both drunk a bit too much. As I ...sometimes did, I was sleeping here that night, driving back home in the morning and when we got back we had a night-cap as we sat and talked some more. The combination of emotion and booze obviously got to us and at some stage we both started crying, then hanging on to each other, just for comfort at that stage. But then, well, one thing just led to. She laid there breathing hard and looking at me with half closed eyes as I undressed. When I brought out my 9 inches, she gasped out and said,” You are like a horse.” I smiled and told her that I will be her horse and that she should come and ride. She gladly climbed over my waist as I lay on my back. She arranged herself and balanced her wet pussy lips over my hard cock. As she sat gently on it, my knob parted her tight wet hole and the skin of her pussy spread tight over my cock as it widened. Since I was under 18 I wasn't actually allowed in the bar but she would let me in for a pint after hours while she cleared up. As time went on I noticed her jeans getting tighter, shirt going a button or two down and an obvious increase in the time she spent bent over or on her knees picking things up. One night I popped in just after midnight as she was cleaning up. We said hello and had our usual small talk as I sat on my stool at the bar and followed her around the room with my eyes. I was. "You must be kidding, Arnie boy," she said. "Of course, I'm going to have sex with you. I'm going to have wild, crazy donut sex with you, right now."As Arnie watched in horror, she lowered herself on top of him, and it was like being smothered by a ton of lard. She covered him completely, flattening him into the floor. He couldn't move under her massive weight, and he struggled to breathe with her pressing down on his chest.Then he realized his cock was inside her."Mmm," she said, moaning with.