Brooke took the towel and wrapped it around her, as girls do, and I helped her to the room.She dropped face down on the bed, and the towel slid up so ...that it was barely covering her ass."There's some of my body lotion on the counter in the bathroom. Put that on my legs and just rub it in, please." No problem," I said as I walked into the bathroom and found her lotion. I walked back to the bedroom, and looked at Brooke. She looked so inviting lying there, with her hands folded under her head.She. To my surprise, his cock still stood up erect and standing 9" tall. I climbed over Marc and got on my knees placing it on either side of his legs. He watched me as I held his cock and sat down on it. I felt the cock insert itself into my ass hole pushing all the way inside. No lube, no protection, I wanted the whole chocolate bar. I felt the head of his cock enter my ass and we both let out a groan. I began rocking up and down on his cock as he placed his hands on my boobs and squeezed them. We. 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. ”“Do you feel more like you’re English or do you feel like you’re an American?”He screwed up his face at me – just for an instant.“I don’t remember England. I was only, like, three when we left. So I guess I’m mostly American. But sometimes I feel like I don’t really belong.”I sensed that he had more to say, so I nodded to tell him to keep talking.“Both my moms have these little cards that say they’re allowed to work in America. That’s because they’re English and not Americans. And they aren’t.