“Knowing him and his horses, I expect he was keeping an eye on the mare too.”
“No way.” Said Bob, sounding like Perry Mason at the end of a case. It’s cool,” He said softly, as if he was quieting a restive horse. Free black porn ‘You bastard’! isn’t it illegal? I checked the pocket of my jeans and felt for a cold round shape. Let’s do it!”
I watched spellbound as he stepped up on the straw bale behind the waiting mare and began to gently touch her with his long brown fingers. “That’s how it’s done, kid.” He panted, adding with a grin. I ate as quickly as I could, but that only meant a long wait as Bob made his leisurely way through the courses. For a long time, Peter nuzzled and patted the mare’s head and I could see that she was relishing the attention. A month or two had passed since my chance encounter with Dad at the motel. I nearly hugged myself with excitement and glee.
