Tom asked how the two of us had met and there was a barely noticeable pause while she quickly thought of a believable lie. Oh she was pretty slick, t...is one. She obviously was not going to say that we had met through an ad for an NSA encounter on Craig’s List. As Tom pressed for the details, she embellished on her story but was becoming a little uncomfortable with the line of questioning. She looked at me as if to ask for help, but I just innocently smiled, enjoying the show. She was saved. You make good, rich milk, and we’re all benefitting from it.’ By now, more tears were flowing, only they felt different. The smile on her face was a dead giveaway. ‘Thank you,’ she whispered. ‘Don’t interrupt,’ I scolded lightly. ‘And this,’ I touched the top of another stretch mark on her abdomen, moving south as before, ‘is Emily’s former address. It’s where she grew into babyhood. Imagine that? She grew from two little tiny cells into a huge little baby in this home.’ Celia moved my hand. She was uncovered from the shoulders up so he could see her face clearly and the bandages still wrapped tightly around her body made it obvious she had a nice body under them.She was young, Kevin estimated she died in her early twenties, and whatever they did to mummify her worked like a charm... or the magic to bring her back did. Either way, she was quite lovely. He stood there for a moment looking at her, scanning over her enticing figure, her lovely face with soft pink lips and bewitching. I neighed greetings to the other pony, and under the mud I saw hergorgeous gagged smile before she neighed back. Someone needed ahairdresser, and her makeup had been spoiled, but she could still smile.There was an after-race party, and ponies were also invited.Barbara and Sheila did not know the protocol. Should ponies attend asponies, or as humans? Eventually they found out that ponies shouldappear as humans at the party, and I was in the hands of my mistresses,as I transformed back into Fifi.