She handed me her kerchief and touched her nose with the back of one gloved hand. “Leave it on for now. It's just going to boil over.” she said. I... dabbed at my hand, disgusted and frustrated. She stepped up, pulled off her gloves, and took my hand for a moment, checking my red palm. “That's nothing.” she said with a smile. She must have warmed to me a little then, because she switched her grip and shook my hand next, firmly, looking up at me and squinting in the sunlight. “Lynn.” she. “Arhhhh shit, I’m cumming!”I pulled him out of my mouth and began to jerk him off, just in time for him to blow, he showered me with his hot liquid, all over my face and onto my chest as I kept stroking, I wanted every last drop of cum. It felt amazing. Once he’d finally finished shooting, I licked his head, getting every last drop from him.I turned towards the door, and sure enough, that man was still there, he’d seen it all. I was so fucking hard. After what just happened, and knowing that. I insured the further neglect of the locals by steering for the opposite bank when I saw an encampment ahead, and they seemed content to avoid me as I did them, as if the river was a highway of agreement and passage. It seems the ignorant savage peoples who lived here had not invented toll highways as yet.The winds turned contrary about where another river joined mine, blowing in a steady day long hot exhalation to the sea, and the other river came from the south, not my intended direction, so. What was unusual was my reaction. I had driven past those particular horses twice daily for the past four days, yet this was the first time I truly noticed them. They were all beautiful, athletic beasts. I am no equine expert, yet I could tell they were pure breeds. One of them in particular caught my eye. He was a massive stallion. Wow! I gasped as my gaze landed on him. The mere sight of him sent a shiver running through me. It started at the base of my neck and ran all the way down my spine.