‘Oh, for God’s sake…’ I muttered, irritated by my own restlessness. And sliding off my stool, I strode purposefully into the living room, paus...ng to grimace at my reflection in the mirror above the fireplace. ‘Get a grip!’ There wasn’t anything to be nervous about. I even looked reasonably okay, I thought, offering up a thank you to the goddess of good hair days. My dark, shoulder-length waves were curling in the right direction for once, and that new mascara I’d bought had actually delivered. As the others headed off for their day, Mike and Chen dug their small day packs out of their stuff and began putting in some basic things – water bottles, a few oranges, some other munchies, Chen packed the first aid kit, and bug spray. They checked they had everything, put on their hats, grabbed their hiking staffs, zipped the tent shut, and headed out.Chen took the lead – he told Mike ‘this place is only about an hour’s walk – but once we’re there, you’re not going to want to leave – trust. Bungie cords attached to the clamps pulled her small breasts forwards into cone shapes towards a briddle set into the wooden pony's mouth. Last a cord was attached to a ring at the top of the helmet and pulled her head backwards forcing her to face upwards as it was attached to the top of the pony's tail. She was now ready to begin her ride. "Look," one of the men said. "She wets the wood with her arousal. " Jessica felt ashamed as she knew he was right as painful as it was sitting on the pony,. I swear that even Nick two floors down can hear her. I jump back. She is wearing a pair of low; I mean very low cut jeans, with a white tank top. Her belly is pushing out of the tank top that is tucked into her pants. He breasts are pushing on the fabric I swear that I can hear the fibers giving way every time she takes a breath. Fear runs through my mind. If that fabric fails I am going to be punched in the eye from here. "Lookie, I can fit in a small tank top now. I lost another ten pounds..