'Yes!' I said to myself. Seeing her caring for herself, even in a non sexual way, was such a turn on for me. I still have not got over the whole idea ...hat watching women and girls during their most intimate of times was such a turn on for me. My neighbor stepped into the shower and again I was very glad that she had plain glass shower doors so I could see in. I knew that the shower doors wouldn't be steaming up because she most likely would be taking a cold shower to cool off a little bit.. Better than normal, in fact.“I don’t feel any different,” Jill said, her cheeks slightly pink.“Me either. Those forum people were probably just crazy, or psychosomatic, or something. It probably doesn’t even work.”“Yeah, but I appreciate the effort,” Jill responded with a smile, giving her friend a hug. “It really means a lot. I should probably head out though—Don will be home soon, and I want to get dinner started.”“Okay,” Amy said. “I’ll talk to you tomorrow!” That night after dinner, sitting. If so, I was in trouble because sometimes I was so desperate to bury my cock in pussy that I promised her the Sun, the Moon, and the Stars if she would only let me get inside her silly “Pooh Bear” panties. When I saw the smiling bear down around her ankles, I knew it was time to come knocking on Lucy’s door. One time, when we were all under the blanket at the campfire on the beach, I did Lucy in her rear door with lots of muffled groans and little whimpers of “go slow”. My sister was right on. The girls felt the weight shifting, and stood still, as their driver got out. The girls were then surprised to see it was the stable owner herself, dressed in her riding gear. She walked to Emily and then Sarah, removing their bits. Then she stood before the girls, and smiled before she spoke. ?Ponygirls, you have done well for your first weekend here. However, it is getting to the point where, should you decide to leave us and return to school, we would have to begin removing your.