Amanda’s relieved grin split her face. “Yes!” she yipped. “I don’t mind that. Bobby can help me that way. I know he can.”It was quiet for ... while. Amanda knew that progress had been made, but she had to ask one more question.“Daddy?” she asked. “Can Bobby keep coming to see me ... here ... at night?”Ron’s hand stayed dead in-between the two bags, not moving, not trembling, as if he somehow had complete control over it again. Then it lifted and landed softly on the green bag.There was some. It was wierd, I could feel the airmroe through the material than when my not smooth legs were bare and Irealized that it was stockings. they thenput a garter belt on, makingsure that the straps went under my panties. Then they puleld something upmy legs, over my but, and zipped it in the back. The skirt ended wellbellow the belly button wring and ended just below my ass so I could feelcool air on mybair legs. Finally they locked on something to my feetwhich kept them arched at an incredible. The dog was not mentioned. When we reached the school gates, she said offhandedly, ‘If I come by your place tomorrow morning — walk in with me?’ ‘OK.’ No more was said. I got some grief from my mates, but I realised they were jealous and told them so. So began a routine that continued throughout our school life, until that fateful last year. We walked to school together, and parted at the gates. She joined her mates, and I joined mine. On the way our conversations changed as we grew, and we. Granny took a bucket and some lube and went inside the fence and up to the horse. She started to play with his cock and it quickly got super hard. Again the sight of this petite woman stroking this huge cock made my own cock rock hard. Granny was all sweaty as she stroked this horse pecker. The horse seemed to be enjoying her efforts and soon he tensed up and granny grabed the bucket and pointed the horse pecker at the bucket. several large ropes of cum shot out of the huge cock and went into.