As long as he lives Mullady Mistler shall never forget the events of that hallowed night that finally came to pass.

At a few minutes before eight o'clock he led the charcoal-stallion to the tool shed where the day of destiny awaited the horse.

It seemed to know that something strange and wonderful was about to happen. It was quiet and they moved soundlessly from the stables to the shed.

At eight o'clock Nora tapped on the door and Mullady let her in. She was dressed in a white gown, a wonderful low-cut affair.

The train of her gown left a trail on the dirt floor in its wake. Her heavy breasts rose and fell with her panted breaths.

She began to disrobe in front of Mullady and the horse. It gave a low snort and then bowed its large head to its mistress.

She went to the horse and kissed every inch of its large head and buried her fingers in its soft-blond mane.

She drew her body closer and then rubbed her fine large breasts whose nipples were fully bloated on the horse's face.

She caressed Lightning with her creamy skin and her body glowed in passionate heat from the decadent act of love.

Mullady Mistler found himself becoming terribly aroused from the inhuman spectacle. But he fought down his urges in respect for his mistress. It was her shining moment and he did not want to disturb her with his own selfish passions. She was in a state of high passion.

She moved to the side of the horse and rubbed her lovely hands along its strong flanks and caressed the soft underbelly.

She probed underneath with her hand for that object of desire that had obsessed her to make her fantasy real.

When she touched the massive limp cock she let out a gasp of pleasure and he could see her eyes rolling in her head.

She had a fabulous body. She had large, bulbous hips that were delectably curvaceous for they gave way to the supplest of waists.