Then she undid her blouse and her large round boobs sprang free, her nipples pointing straight at me as if they were going to shoot me, seeing my fixa...tion Miss Stone said I could feel them so I stood and took two steps forward and placed one hand on each of her boobs. I had never felt anything like it, they were big and firm but soft and her nipples were like bullets, I was so engrossed that I hardly noticed that she had undone my pant and let them fall to the floor then releasing my cock from. But a few deep breaths calmed me right down and I was able to focus on what she was saying. How have you been? she asked. Great! I assured her. You? Awesome, she answered. She actually said more, but that was all I heard before the massive amounts of arousal that had crept into me at the sight of her had forced a powerful fantasy to grow within me. I barely had time to figure out what was happening before reality faded. As soon as the fantasy begun, I lost all shyness and reservations. I opened. In the middle of the floor there was a black leather pummel horse. These were not the hoof prints of your normal everyday family room in a country farm house, this was much more savage, if only the walls could talk. "Well take your cloths off stud, you already know what your here for" Clarisa said as she made her way across the room and into a bedroom off to the left of the room we were in. My mind was still contemplating what it was I should do when I noticed that Sandy was already undressed.. So sure, sometimes I was tempted to use the device for selfish reasons- more frequently than not, come to think of it - and, yes, I suppose Ihad done some rather ethically questionable things with it already, butno one had noticed any of those changes, right? They weren't anyunhappier for it and I was happier for it, so, in the end it was a netpositive for the total level of human happiness, right? It was a mymoral obligation, right?Right?Like I said, sometimes I don't make the best.