How Brent got it, I'm not sure, but he has italright."In a daze, we accepted the prescriptions, and at the pharmacy, the energypacks and the pills.Qui...tly Mom drove us home, when in my befuddled mind, a terrifying thoughtemerged. "Mom, what will Dad say? You know how he thinks about MORFS." I know Honey. I have been thinking about it a lot already. I really don'tknow what will happen."Soon we reached home and she put me to bed with all the medications. Ifell asleep within moments and did not. It was the first time for both, and it had been glorious!Taylor was that most desirable of girlfriends, easily aroused and highly orgasmic, with an unquenchable thirst for the simple pleasure of fucking her brains out. The young teens quickly began to experiment with any form of sex they heard their less experienced friends joke about. Now, only a couple of months from her sixteenth birthday, Taylor was expert in any way for two people to screw, whatever the opening available. She loved to give. Amy jumped up and ran to the bathroom to look in the mirror for a better view of this unnatural thing. When she got there, she ripped her knickers of and stared into the mirror, willing it to be a hallucination.She reached down and tentatively touched the sheath. It felt real and she could feel the veins and the soft, regular pulse of blood flowing through it. She gave it a slight squeeze and could feel something inside it.She felt a stirring feeling in her stomach. It was like butterflies. A centre aisle of packed earth and clean straw, stretched away from her. Horses and ponies mostly occupied stalls on either side. Tack hung from hooks on many of the stall frames. White paint had been carefully applied to the woodwork."Hellooo". Alanna called, but only the nearest horses acknowledged her with a whicker. She slowly walked down the aisle, looking at the animals on either side, admiring their stately heads as they watched her pass. A tuneless whistling was coming from the far end..