That impressed the selectors, if not the entire equestrian community.So, there are no nerves for me, despite knowing this is the most-watched ride of ...y life. And Sugar is his usual go get ‘em self as we trot and canter, attempting to convince the judges they are seeing an equine Rudolph Nureyev rather than Mo Farah in a tux.Sugar being Sugar and Annie being Annie, our dressage performance, while error-free, still feels a little like an act of duty rather than love. As always, we are in. Ooslert had died while we were at the jail. We stuck the weapons we had piled on the bar into our belts and dragged Ooslert to the jail by his feet. We threw his body into another cell and tried to figure what to do next.We had to wait a week for the marshal to show up. We ate our meals by breaking into a restaurant and cooking for ourselves and our prisoners. We figured to pay for the food when the restaurant owner finally showed up.The marshal came into his office and was surprised to see us. Myfingers found her gossamer-clad thighs and raked them, tattering thenylon. I wrenched off her lacy black panties and ripped the crotch outof her pantyhose.Tina guided my cock between her legs; she wasn't gaffed or taped and herown turgid member sprang free. She pressed back against the door andlifted her legs up around my waist as my hands gripped her buttocks andsupported her weight. She lowered herself onto my rampant member and Ipushed up and buried myself in her to the hilt. She had. Then I turned to admire the fullness of myderriere in the glass reflection, reaching down to clutch my velvetytush. Finally, I turned face-on to see the view ruined by the sight ofmy ugly dick hanging heavy between my legs.Boy, did it look out of place!I contemplated going all the way; losing the junk and becoming acomplete woman. The thought was compelling, opening up whole vistas ofpossibility. Meghan had wanted me to wear a pair of breasts so as tounderstand her needs better. It had been a.