I was amazed at the reaction and asked if that always happened and Carl just nodded, pushing me into the stable that Khartoum had previously occupied. I never knew why he was there until this night but once we got him and took him to Khartoum the reason became quite clear, as the massive Arab stud calmed down and rubbed up against the donkey and began eating some food. We finally got Khartoum back into a stable then we had to go to the field and get Nipper, a male donkey that had always been around the farm. I guess he thought he had gone to horse heaven as he got to fuck every day. I guess for a filly this strong stud was just like Carl was for me a fuck buddy that would visit them when the need arose. One of the Arab stallions, Khartoum I think his name was, had kicked the door of his stable in trying to get to the mares that were in heat. Most of the stud horses were in use most days. Their breeding program was in full swing. Rachel was the brains of the family and had been rearing horses for many years. Tonight it was Carl who was going to fill me full of cum.Ĭarl lived on a farm with his sister Rachel. I don't know what it is about the few days before my period but I can not get enough cock, and any cock will do. We had known each other since high school and as he was a good fuck he was always worth being with when the time of the month was right. I had been on tequila slammers and I had been going round for round with Carl, a guy who was a fuck buddy of mine. The bar closed at one in the morning and I was wasted. I went to work but my mind was not in it and my boss told me to sit at the bar and have a drink rather than try to serve them. Well I had to think about it for all of ten seconds and shouted, "YES," into the phone.
Yvonne, a girlfriend of mine, was going to Mexico and the girl she was going with dropped out at the last minute so she asked me if I wanted to go with her. I have long dark brown hair that I can sit on and brown eyes my breasts are a firm 36C, or at least they were. I don't know what it was I wanted to do, but for all of my life I had been stuck in this town. Well, my story starts two years ago it was my forty-ninth birthday and I wanted to do something before I was fifty.
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