The girls had already grown out of believing in the magic of the holiday, but as a lark, they all agreed to include a paragraph from the squad captain... Sarah, about their desire to experience life as a Ponygirl reindeer slave. Sarah had been fascinated with the life of a Ponygirl after seeing the images on the web of the naked women in their harnesses pulling carts for their trainers while their asses were whipped by the expert drivers. All the girls knew of Sarah’s fantasies, and all of them. I've sat in on photo sessions where Mom had to pose with dildoes and other women. Then, I had to live with the humiliation when those photos--published in a porno magazine--got circulated around school. Thankfully, we moved away right after that.So Bucky isn't so bad by comparison. Crude and vulgar, I can live with. I hope he stays with Mom for the rest of her life. The only problem was Sharon. No way did I want Sharon exposed to Bucky and his brood. It would be like placing a lamb among. I had her OHHING and AHHING. It felt so good. She begin to pinch and twist on my nipples as I was fucking her pussy like an animal gone wild. I have unbelievable stay power and I must have made Alison cum at least another three times. That’s seven orgasms and I haven’t even had one yet. She said that she didn’t think that she could handle any more orgasms without a rest. “I know, I know, but let me finish. Let me get my first orgasm.” I stood her up and bent her over so that her hands. It must have been his sixth sense that some people seem to have more than others and he was on his guard against a sudden appearance. She could see his outline now and when she discerned that he was peering back over his shoulder to make certain he didn't pass the girls in the dark, she lunged forward and planted her spear in the little triangle of white that she was certain was the "V" made by his open top button and gave her a target for her sharpened tip. She felt it hit home and softly.