I looked back at Jeremy and saw that he was staring at my butt. Pig, I thought, then concentrated on the good feelings that were building inside me.J...remy spoke up. "Denise, I'm gonna need you to hold still when I say, OK? Perfectly still." I looked down at Denise, and her at me, with the same confused look. What was he talking about?Looking back again, I saw him screw up his face in concentration. "OK, now!" he urged. Denise stopped all movement and waited expectantly. Jeremy had also. Slowly, gradually, she felt her cuntal muscles relaxing, letting more of Brad's cock slip into her pussy. She felt the juices seeping out around his entrenching dick, bubbling out and frothing around her cuntal hairs while her ass moved sexily back and forth over the hay stubble in the stall. Again she heard the horse whinnying in the back stall, her cries obviously upsetting him. Just thinking about that beautiful white stallion brought another shiver of delight racing through her tight. ?"I left the question unfinished, and that's when Daphne took up the explanation. "Mum had told me that a friend of hers," she smiled, "it turned out to be Sonya Douglas the manageress at this particular 'Undies on Parade' store, asked if I'd be willing to audition for an idea she had in mind." She giggled. "I asked if I could bring along a friend and of course I thought of Marion here. It turned out that Mrs. Douglas wanted to make the word 'Parade' a literal part of the stores name. You saw. "We seemed to come around just after you left, and yet weall spoke of you as if we'd all known you well, and I still rememberthat we spent a lot of time here together before you left. We became,sort of, lucid, I guess. We all had great impressions of you, and no'ghost woman' has worked here since, at least, not on the permanentstaff. Only us Asians. Those that we have met have been, well,arrogant, basically. They come here expecting to take all the men,instead of expecting the men to take.