Her firm little tit-globes jutted out, needing no support.Her firm little tit-globes jutted out, needing no support. The rosy tips stood out taut and stiff and tantalizing, like twin pink rockets ready to be launched. She posed like that for a moment, staring at her aunt in a knowing, challenging way. Aunt Pearl was trembling slightly and licking her lips, her eyes glued to those succulent tits. Then, tits bouncing, Sharon spun back to the stallion and knelt beside his rippling flank. Aunt Pearl stepped closer, looking over the girls naked shoulder. Sharon was staring at the horse's formidable cock, not as if she were intimidated by the gigantic prick, but as if she were wondering about how to go about the job. She knew how to jerk a guy off, to be sure, but the horse's prick was a different prospect. She guessed that she would need both hands for that job--that the process would be the same as with a human cock, but that the quantity was the difference. Reaching out tentatively, Sharon cupped the animals balls in her upturned palm. She lifted slightly, as if she were weighing the amount of jism they held. "Oooooh--he's sure full of it," she whispered, her voice sounding all husky. She heard a rustle of clothing as her aunt knelt, weak kneed, behind her. |