We didn't get to Abigail's until twenty after because Emily needed to stop for gas.Abigail excitedly welcomed us. Well, I'm not sure about "us" but I'... sure about me. She gave me a big hug then reached down and gave my cock a big hug too."Don't start yet," said Gabriella."I'm not," said Abigail."Why not?" I asked. Let's get this party started."So what do you want to do first?" Abigail asked."I'm here for one reason," I teased."Only one?" said Emily."Four reasons." You're naughty!" You like bad. In doing so, she succeeded in exposing the underside of her thighs all the way up to her lace-trimmed lavender tanga panties.Harry saw everything, but in gentlemanly fashion, quickly looked away."Oops," said Ann. "I think I just gave Harry a little show. These chairs were not designed for dresses or for people with short legs." What?" said Harry trying to appear innocent and unknowing.Sarah laughed, "Careful, you'll get him all revved up and no telling what he'll want me to do later." Sarcasm. As his vision cleared, he could see a miniaturehorse trot trainer similar to the ones he had seen at the pony stables onthe island during their cruise last year. Beyond that he could see halfa dozen stalls with names of long-gone horses above them and then on thefar end of the room he detected movement. Picking up a piece of 2x4 athis feet he cautiously approached being careful of where he stepped.Halfway across the room and as he stepped around the training machine, hespotted two pony girls. A few people gawked at them. But Trent did not care. Inside the family bathroom, Trent knelt down. He pulled down the punk’s pink jeggings. The sexy ass white dude sniffed De’Shane’s little sissy ass. He inhaled. He threw his cap on the floor. His bristly, curly sandy hair tickled De’Shane’s peach fuzz covered booty. “Yo’ faggot ass smells like cotton motherfucking candy,” he observed. “If I ain’t just had a baby, I’d fucking gay marry you!”“Really,” the pussyboi asked.“Hell yeah!”Trent stuck.