I was a lot shorter now. Instead of a big jock, I was now a smalldiminutive girl. With an emphasis on girl. No one would ever mistake mefor a boy anym...re. A tear started dripping from my eye. Another movementcaught my attention. I forgot all about it. It had been on me all thetime, but felt so natural that I hadn't really even noticed it. I sporteda very big bushy tail of the same dark brown color, with a black stripein the middle. It kept me perfectly in balance it seemed. I turned a bitand. This is too much for me and I rub harder on cock over my pants. Our eyes are locked on each other hands as we both rub faster. Just then the conductor comes through yelling for the next stop. We both pause as others leave their seats to head for the exit. As the crowd exits and the train continues its trip I notice that our car is relatively empty with no one near our row for a good 20 feet in either direction. She is first back to her crotch and she slides her shorts up so that she can get. Literal hoof beats of real horses that ushered in the figurative hoof beats of the impending erotic drama.She appeared from the jungle trail first, on a sturdy brown quarter horse. It may have been the bright backdrop of the sunset behind the trees, but it seemed to me that she was a dark, imposing figure surrounded by an electrical aura of light. "Well, well, well! What do we have here? Trespassers? But not just any trespassers ... bold, conceited trespassers on my father's private land!" The. ’We had agreed I would stop over the night, I took myovernight case upstairs, came down and started mixing,it was still somewhat early. Karen and I had a coupleof laughs and I wandered around catching up, alwaysconscious of my plan in the back of my mind. Aroundmidnight, the opportunity presented itself, the partywas in full swing, Jack came over and asked if Iwanted to walk the dog with him, they had a GermanShephard, I declined. ‘Ok, see you in 30 minutes orso.’ Was his.