My name is Al, Short for Alonzo. Whats your name? Angel backed up a few steps at the sound of the gruff voice. You surprised me, I never met a talking... horse before. She said covering her tits and pussy with her arms and hands. Im Angel, I think. Its so confusing here I sometimes wonder who I am. Al snorted. Who do you think you are? Angel got the impression the pony was making fun of her and leering at her at the same time. My mother and father call me Angel but a cat man said I was a slut.. " I stared at her. I couldn't believe what I'd just heard. She grinned at me. "If you're going to be my number one lover you're going to have to fuck me once in a while." "Is it safe? I don't have any condoms. I don't want to get you pregnant." Kelly shook her head. "Timmy you might just be the nicest boy in the entire world. Yes, it is safe. I'm on the pill, but thank you for asking. Most guys aren't so considerate. It should also be safe for diseases. You're a virgin so I'm not worried about. Sunday was game day, I had to take a coach to Wembley stadium at 1:00 and find my parents. They let us in at 3:00 and we went to the Atrium lounge for food and drink. It was a good game, at half time back to the Atrium for more food and free drinks. The Vikings finally won their first game (barely) and we went back to the Atrium for more drinks. My parents took a different coach back to their hotel and I stayed for two more drinks. When I got back the hotel bar was already closed so I went. He moaned out loud, and held still, holding Debs knees as shudder after shudder went thorugh his body, emptying his balls into her. Debs own orgasm had subsided slightly but the feel of Tom’s cum spurting inside had caused another mini orgasm to run like electricity through her body. Tom eventually pulled out of her, cum ran from her out onto the bed, her pussy looked red and swollen, it looked …it looked…fucked. Debs breathing calmed and she was just lying in the warmth of the post orgasm.