"She handed me my purse and we walked out and down the stairs. I had tobe careful because the shoes had a three-inch heel and I had to walkdifferently...and slowly like I was taught.We walked into the dining room and my Auntie Harriet jumped up and hurried over to me. I walked as fast as I dared toward her as well. Shescooped me up and hugged me kissing me a thousand times!She said, "Oh, Angel you are so beautiful I saw the pictures to andthey were fantastic! Your mommy will be very proud of you. No acting on my part. I was scared. As I complained a real horse bit was shoved in my mouth and fastened in place around my head. A camera and operator was filming all this just a few feet from my face.To make the horse receptive to fucking me, what I first thought was a rag wiping up the copious amount of donkey sperm still dripping from my vagina, was actually saturated with the urine of a mare in heat.The horse that had, at first, looked at me with disinterest, was now a different beast. He. I’ll have her set us up at that Clubhouse Grill. It looks good, too, and is more our style.”“You know my opinion on planning anything, baby. You are it. You are the master planner. About the car. You think that’s the right answer?”“This time. We’ll see. I’ll ask when her birthday is and use it for that if possible. I was going to have the garage tell her there was a mistake on the bill and she had already covered it, with a thirty-dollar refund, or something to make it look good. I know I’m on. I was very mature for my age, knowledgeable beyond my years.When I was twenty I began to notice Amma in a different light. I was growing aware sexually and with that bought the realization that mother was very sexy. She had long dark hair, hair that reached to her hips. And even having birthed three children she had a killer figure- 36-24-36. Her eyes were very dark and twinkled in good humor. How close were we? Well we talked about every thing even personal secrets. I talked of the movie stars.