With a studied eye, based on long years of experience capturing and training ponygirls, he knew a candidate when he spotted one. While watching her ru... at an intercollegiate track meet on TV, he instinctively recognized Anita's potential as a very exceptional ponygirl.She was still an innocent, alone once again on her predictable early morning cross-country training run, when suddenly a black Land Rover pulled alongside. She was lassoed and tripped to the grassy ground. In mere seconds she was. I SAT ALONG SIDE HER, BOTH HER HANDS COVERING HER PUSSY, THEN SHE BENT OVER TO PULL HER PANTIES UPBUT I STOPPED HER AND TOLD HER TO KEEP PLAYING WITH HERSELF WHILE I WATCH.SHE WAS VERY HESITANT AT FIRST BUT AS I RAN MY HAND UP AND DOWN HER THIGH SHE RELAXED AND OPENED HER LEGS WIDER.I SLOWLY MOVED MY HAND UNDER HERS AND TOOK OVER RUBBING HER CLIT. SHE WAS VERY WET FROM HER FINGERING SO SLOWLY I PUSHED A FINGER DEEP INSIDE HER AS SHE MOANED.RUBBING HER CLIT, AS WELL AS FINGERING HER AND THE PORN. "Happy New Year, Gina."She could have pulled away but there was just a lingered moment. Neither was aware of it. Molly was."Oh my!" she thought. "Oh my!" Happy New Year, Gina," she said."Happy New Year, Mum." Gina went over and kissed her."Mum?" asked Molly in disbelief."Yes, Mum, because that's what you are. You're my New Year resolution."Molly's eyes filled with tears. She pulled Gina back into her arms. "Thank you, darling."Dan felt a lump in his throat and moved over to them. He said. After all, what’s sauce for the goose is sauce for the gander. As any self-respecting student of literature like Jill will tell you.If I was often seeing Gemma MWF, then the evenings Jill was spending with Chris soon developed into a similar pattern. And of course, not being a total fool, part of me worried about the amount of time Jill was spending with Chris. Three evenings a week was a lot of time – especially when added to the time they spent together every day as such close work.