I didn’t know what to do. Here I was, naked with cum dripping out of my pussy and down my thighs, and my step-dad having caught me like this. He cam... back into the room after a couple minutes and asked me if I was okay. I told him I wasn’t sure, and asked what he was going to do. He didn’t answer, but instead said that it looked like I was enjoying myself. I was so embarrassed at that point in time, that I really didn’t know how to answer. Of course I enjoyed it, but should I tell my step-dad. “Would I have to wear leather too? I like dresses way more,” Denyssa asked worried.“You two let me handle all and I promise we will have a great time,” Athea said and was grinning again.Roban and Denyssa looked at her sternly and shook their heads, NO!“At least let us visit those slave hunters, maybe they have an amazon. I want to see one while we are here, who knows if we ever get another chance,” Athea pleaded.Well, there was no reason to deny that, so they agreed.After breakfast the next. I knew that I was sexually disappointing to her, except when I lavished attention on her clitoris with my lips and tongue, but my manly pride required me to insist on trying to please her with my minuscule cock. My attempts often ended up with her being bored and me being angry because she wasn't hiding it.As I finished drying and stepped out of the shower on a fateful Sunday, I was surprised to find Hannah standing there holding one of her pairs of panties. It was a sexy pink pair that was one. .She thought back, her heart beating a little faster as she recalled 'that' day..."Well," she said, "when I was fifteen, I spent all my spare time helping out at the local stables, doing all the mucky jobs, just for the chance to ride the horses. There were quite a lot of us, almost all girls, and, of course, we frequently saw the stallions 'cover' the mares, so, inevitably, we would talk about — well, what we were seeing, and how it felt for the mare, feeling that huge hard thing inside.