. you?”“Peachy,” she said, aloud. In the silence of her mind, she gasped, “Horny for one of my underage students!?”“You look ... flustered...” he said.“I’ve been thinking about the magic wand,” she said.He grinned. “Is that what we’re calling it? The magic wand?”“It isn’t funny, Bobby,” she said.His face went impassive.“Of course not,” he said. “It just seems...”“Trite? Cartoonish? I didn’t name it that. It just came out of my mouth that way.”“Hey, calm down. You can call it anything you want to.. It doesn’t really know where she heard it. Emily Elizabeth just knows she did. What she does find weird if her sudden attraction to the stallion. In all the opportunities she has had in town, there were those same opportunities here all along. Whether man or beast, she gets her sexual needs filled, right? Of course it cannot be right sucking a giant horse cock to completion but she did it anyway, and now she is hear again. It wasn’t the whiny of the horse that lured her from her warm bed, it. Sheila instantly saw what we’d talked about when we said it would be a great place to ride our bikes.Before we got even halfway down I-17 she ran out of superlatives about riding around this beautiful countryside, which caused Maggie to giggle incessantly.Maggie declared, “Sheila, you’d think you were a hard-core biker by the way you’re talking!”Sheila shrieked, “I AM a hard-core biker, Maggie Babes! I never told you how Bob helped me bring my bike up from Florida. Now I’m going to have to. Bradford was the next night out and was proving to be just as crazy. Our single male friend wouldn't stop going on about my wife's pubic hair.My wife teased him, and said, "it's not hairy anymore! "It took a minute to register then he said, "You what!" We giggled. He said, "I would love to see that." We hit a few more pubs before we agreed to call it a night. We lived furthest away but our single friend said, "there's room at mine if you want to stay over," so we agreed and took a taxi.