I apologize and I’ll take whatever punishment you say, but please don’t blame my brothers and sister for my lack of good judgment. And please don�...�t send those poor horses away.”“It’s not the horses,” Mom Ash said as she came up beside me. “It’s the lying.” She smacked me hard on the butt, careful to hit the side that didn’t have my cell phone in the pocket. I flinched. It wasn’t that it hurt that much, but Mom Ash never hit us kids. At almost seventeen, I figured she was the only one who dared. "Beatle Hounds, up," Mike ordered in the same tone."Ten seconds," the speaker boomed. Five ... four ... three ... two ... one ... GO!"A starter's pistol cracked, and both Mike and Mark yelled "HIKE! HIKE! HIKE! HIKE! HIKE! to their teams.A cheer arose that they could barely hear through their heavy parkas as the dogs took off with a wild acceleration. They hadn't been driven down, but brought down in the dog box, just so their starting mad rush would look better for the crowd, and they came. I kissed her mouth and repositioned my right hand around her back and nestled my head into the nape of her neck, then back to her gorgeous lips. Our kisses became longer and more passionate, I moved back to kiss her neck, then her smooth silky shoulder, gently removing her robe, I slowly kissed my way down, pushing aside her bikini top and caressed her inviting breasts, my tongue flicked across her nipples and I felt her body quiver as I delicately sucked and teased those gorgeous orbs, they. The rhythm of the music beat inside her, the image of Baun trapped and dripping eviscerating her mind. She wiped the sludge from Baun’s eyes. Looked at the yellow gunk on her hand and flicked it, sending it flying onto an untouched part of Baun’s leotard.Shiny black and gooey yellow. A bit of chocolate in between. Her mouth watered.Business, she reminded herself. The hallmark of WAM. Baun’s eyes fluttered open, pudding dotting her lashes. She licked her lips, yellow dots on her tongue.