He’d arrived in Atlanta shortly thereafter and he’d been searching her out like a fiend ever since. He closed his eyes as he concentrated. This mo...ning he’d come to the uptown district of Buckhead. He stood atop a relatively tall building so that he could survey the area. Coffee. Mint. Gasoline. He’d smelled it all before. Scrambled eggs. Pancakes. Orange Juice. All the scents of the morning. He couldn’t help it. His heart dropped. Another day without her…she was near, but he couldn’t find. Luke cupped her pussy and because a soft kneading motion. He let her pull her top off, and didn't even get the chance to stop and admire the view. He pressed his tongue on her bare breasts. Tasting her nipples again. They are so good he groaned.She let out a low quiet scream at the wet scrape of his tongue back on her nipple. And then he moved to the next one, rubbing and twirling and lashing at it with his tongue.He opened her pants pulled the zipper down. And whipped her pants offs, lifting. . With an effort he put the image out of his head as he watched the two girls walking towards him. Did they, he wondered? He vaguely remembered reading somewhere that all women were essentially bisexual. Something to do with them being better able to appreciate the attractiveness of other women than men, the article had said. And God, those two are more than attractive, especially dressed as they were, a symphony of fawn jodhpurs and black leather, walking towards him positively radiating. ”Nicole groaned and shuddered as she put her front hooves on the ground. Then she shook her ass back and forth so that her tail would wag slightly.“Who’s first?” Annabelle said and the deep voice answered, “That would be me.”A few moments later the same voice said, “Are you sure this tail doesn’t come off? It’s going to get in the way.”“She can’t raise it like a mare in heat,” Annabelle said with a laugh, “so I guess I’ll have to tie it up on her back. We have to do that sometimes with mares.