Having by necessity to pre-book for the entire trip, four complete tables for our entourage alone, we decided our small group would road-test the “K...ntiki” bar as an aperitif. The girls, all done up in nice dresses, high heels and make-up, looked anything but underage – we weren’t expecting too many ID checks. The sheer relaxation of being in unpressured surroundings and with no time constraints for once, was a rare luxury. Not long after we had seated ourselves at a darkened but rather cosy. Early summer in Nebraska, but still springtime up in Canada. It was going to rain and I needed a hole someplace.I nudged the mare with my heels and she bobbed her head a little, ripping off a mouthful of grain and chewing it while we moved, like a little brown and white boat leaving a wake of bent wheat behind us. I'd had her almost a month and if she'd felt any animosity towards me for killing the guy who'd owned her, Hubcap didn't show it. Maybe she knew he'd had it coming. Maybe if she knew. As an after thought I'd added a golden chain link belt loosely clasped on my right hip and a light blue chiffon scarf wrapped carefully round my throat. With my favourite high-heeled strapped sandals on my stocking feet I smiled when I saw my pink painted toenails trapped within the stockings. The pink gloss matched my fingernails and the frosted pink on my lined lips.I hurried round the bedroom tidying as I went, pushing things in drawers and in the wardrobe before turning to the dressing. They both knew temptation all by itself wasn't enough, so they shoved it down my throat, so to speak. My hands stayed on Becky's knockers, but she didn't move her lips to mine this time.She waited for me, but I forced her to wait over a minute. Even though I still objected to them and their method of getting me to play lesbian ball. Even if they were hot as hell and making it next to impossible for me to resist, I still couldn't be distraught with them.Then I calmly pushed my lips onto Becky's..