Ann nodded furiously. Always willing to fulfil his wife’s wishes he stripped naked. “Now stroke your cock for us” said Rhonda, her voice quiveri...g. Victor, who was already erect began to stroke his cock. Ann moaned as her pussy began to twitch. Rhonda too felt her pussy moisten. “Oh shit I can’t stay mad at you darling” Rhonda mumbled “come here” she added. Both Rhonda and Ann then shared sucking duties. “I am close” Victor whispered. Both women stopped their oral activities. “Take us to bed. And the higher the pile grew the more excited she became, counting down the days to Burn Night. There was always a second pile too, but this was different. It wasn’t the steepled stack of the bonfire, no. It was carefully arranged, sorted and stacked according to size and weight. This was the fuel pile, each piece to be added manually to the bonfire through the evening. I never did figure out why it was necessary. Finally, it would arrive: Burn Night. Torches made out of rags tied onto sticks. Sandie told me it was hard for her and Margaret to keepa straight face as they struggled not to tell the children about theother ponies as they drove to the cottage.Sian and I had arranged the ponies two each to a loose box and her hunterwas alone in the larger box. Fortunately, the ponies were all from Dot'strekking centre and they knew each other well. There would be no fightingto re-establish any pecking order. Sian's large hunter would have noproblem from the ponies and would easily hold. We needed it.I could feel him moving, adjusting his cock and bringing the blunt tip to my tight little hole as I lifted for him, and neither of us wanted to break our kiss. We were working blindly, but we'd had a lot of practice too. Josh's cockhead found my anus and I pushed down slowly, moaning into his mouth while his arms went tightly around me. He always held me so close when he entered me, the whole time he fucked me really. I was his little girl, his toy girlfriend, and he could do.