<div class="floatleft">(https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Bo6zLiBi6c4/V1ZOfMs42iI/AAAAAAAARYU/IkpD7MlefNQR8B8K6UN4N2pw5rrgJkQ9gCLcB/s1600/hunter-king-serena-18.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Cheyenne Bailey<br/><strong>Time:</strong>Late afternoon<br/><strong>Activity:</strong>Ripe for the pickin'.<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Black summer dress<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Virgil<br/><br/>Cheyenne stifled a groan when he reached inside her panties and stroked her lower lips softly.<em>"Fuck, that feels good!</em>" she thought to herself as her head fell back and she closed her eyes.  She was quickly dissolving into a mass of quivering flesh, much like the mare had done moments earlier when Gunsmoke rutted around her backside.  They both became oblivious to the horses behind them, forgetting the reason for being there together in the barn.  The stallion was now fully mounted on the mare, biting her neck as he slid into her.<br/><br/>She wasn’t sure how to answer Virgil.  Should she just be blunt about it?<em>Please fuck me</em>.   After all, it was nothing more than meaningless sex, right?  Asking him to make love to would be awkward.  This was basically an arrangement they had both agreed to.  It was an offer she couldn’t turn down.   Especially not now.<br/><br/>Suddenly her eyes began to well up with tears and her bottom lip began to quiver.<em>Damn her emotions!  Not now.  Not NOW!</em><br/><br/>She wrapped her arms around his shoulders and looked into his gorgeous, cobalt blue eyes.<br/><br/>“I want you, cowboy.  I need you to take me to your bed”.   She took a long shuddering breath, searching his face.<br/><br/>“I want you inside of me”.<br/>