"Should we treat them like the other cashda and donkeys?" he asked.I noticed then that he had about twenty of the adult quarter horses in the capture ...en, and that two guys were petting and scratching on one of the mares in the chute. Damn, he was doing a good job, or they were."Might as well when you get to them. It won't hurt anything," I said.Meanwhile, we had a small snafu. The dead thaka were on this side of the river and the women who'd rather skin and cut them up themselves were on the. "After eating and cleaning up a little bit they lay beside each other onthe blanket watching the waves lap the beach and just enjoy each other'scompany. It was a great day with each other and they would occasionallykiss and they held each other's hands but than they saw the sun setand it was time to head back to Mandy's house. Jesse grabbed theblanket and the umbrella and Mandy grabbed the picnic basket and theyheaded for the pickup. They put everything in the bed of the pickup andMandy crawled. Even our screwing styles were compatible, sensing what the other wanted, soothing or vigorous.After a few months we were spending a lot of time together, even overnighting at one or the other’s place a few times each week. We had never talked about sex explicitly because it had just come so naturally into our relationship.One night we hadn’t yet gotten naked after arriving at her place after dinner. Carol said we needed to talk. I put on my best listening attitude and waited to see what. .yeah?I take quick inventory of my situation:I am suspended with my amply padded bottom about 18 inches off the assumed "leafy ground." I can feel my feet in the leaves, my toes absent-mindedly crutching them up. My hands, seemingly beautifully formed, delicate young woman's hands - with their full length nails - are clasped across my lower lap, hiding my new sex. I feel so vulnerable! Gotta cover all I can with hands and arms. I have finally been able to feel my arms! Slim, delicate.