Suddenly Alex gave a hoot of laughter, scaring the horse to the other side of its stable. “Hey Chris, check this out.” I leaned my fork in the corner and walked over beside Alex. It was quite obvious at that point that Alex was staring at its dick. The horse had produced a sizeable erection, and actually impressed me more than anything else. The pied shaft drooped down at 45 degree angle, and if it began at my elbow, it would probably go past the tips of my fingers. “Damn,” I said aloud. “That’s a biiiig dick.” We stood there for a minute, just watching it. We timed an appreciative swig together. “Makes me kind of horny,” said Alex. “Kind of want to suck it.” I shot him an incredulous look. “Dude, it’s a horse…” “Only a little!” he defended. “Besides, what’s so wrong about sucking horse dick? Horses need loving too…” “Well for starters, they’re probably crawling with diseases. Anyway, how do you know the horse wants to have its dick sucked?” “Why do you think it got a boner?” I didn’t have a reply for his sassy, drunk logic, and we both looked back at the horse dick for a moment. “Dingo ding dong,” I mused, appreciating my own wit. I went for another swig, almost spitting it out as I felt a hand rubbing me through my pants. By the time I had lowered the bottle my dick was already hard, my breath already shaking. “We can’t do this here,” I said quietly. “What if they come back?” Ignoring my words, he moved around behind me, unbuckling my belt. His breath was hot and distracting on my neck, and I didn’t stop him. Without hesitating, he yanked my pants right down to my ankles, his hands on my hips as he rocked his boner into the soft fabric in the crack of my arse. His hand found my hard dick, webbed in my underpants. He rubbed it, Indian Girls Fucking a little harder than his usual delicate touch, but I had caught his horniness and embraced it with a restless gyration. There was a sudden noise, and I threw myself at the fence closest to the door, hitching my pants halfway up my thighs. But it was nothing; maybe the windy knocking of a branch against the shed weatherboarding. I relaxed, hearing Alex laughing from behind. He had fallen or been knocked onto his back, giggling with delight. It's a little bigger than Stephen's I think. Now I had to convince my mother. At least I know what it was like to go down on her. We didn’t put the vests on and walked along the rest of the beach in the nude. While I was skilled with my art, they lived and breathed such deceptions. "Yeah," I said, "we are relatively grounded people, and we Indian Girls Fucking have a sense of who we are but it’s easy to let the fame, the touring and the concerts get to your head and make you forget that you have to still focus as hard as ever on writing good music, you know. "Hey I gotta pee" she whispers through the door. "Real good" Nancy told her. The Bertrand account? The look on Sandy’s face was one of wanton, evil lust, her pink tongue licking her luscious lips lewdly as she pissed all over her stepdaughter's face! “Well, let me finish my story.” “How did that happen?” I asked, confused. She bit her lip as hard as she could, drawing blood.