Yes, I thought, Howard and his friends. I walked into the kitchen, re-tightening the towel around my waist. I poured a coffee and doctored it and sat ...t the dining room table. The long night was starting to get to me. Most of the details of my dream were fading. I recalled looking for a piece of paper from Martha. What could that symbolize? I recalled no such note from her, ever.A few minutes later there was a soft knock on the front door. I walked to the door, tightening the towel around me. Juno and Veronica however, were almost dancing with joyful lust as the tickler rhythmically probed and brushed their pony-clitty. Their rump started to thrust back and forth like a piston as they approached their climax. The action was entirely human. No mare responded like that.I had to warn them not to get carried away for I was in danger of being trodden to death as their hooves drummed ecstatically with excitement. Cynthia realised the danger and gently led me backwards to kneel on Jenny's. Sex with his young wife was always done in the dark and always the same way, missionary. It seldom took long, but it did help him sleep on Tuesdays, Thursdays and Saturdays. His pre-nuptial experiences with women had been few and brief, mostly disappointing or frightening as well as expensive."I guess maybe I'm getting homesick. I had a nice boyfriend back there, back home. We could talk about things, and he wasn't jumping all over me. He took his time when we made love." She sniffed again,. Six months ago you were all happy you lived with your mother and father everything was great until your father had an affair with another woman, someone he worked with. Your mum found out and wanted a divorce immediately she could not forgive him. They we amicable in the divorce hearing they decided to sell the house and live in separate homes. You would live with your mum, Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday and Thursday. Then stay with your dad Friday, Saturday and Sunday.Your mum moves to a small cul.