I was wrong."Ah, my Becka. My pretty pony Becka. Your headstall isn't fully onyet," he gently chided her. "Let me finish that for you." Evenwearin... his gloves he was deftly able to secure the last of the strapsinto their buckles and then clipped the reins to the rings on eitherside of the bit in her mouth.Usually he then leads his ponygirl out into the backyard of our houseto put her through her paces with the various dressage routines he'sworked up for her. She's gotten quite adept at. This time I was careful to brush the inside of her thigh with my hand before touching her with the apple wedge. She had had the sense to replace her hand over her mouth by then as well so there were no further exclamations.I pressed the edge inward until it separated her lips. Then I began slowly sliding it back and forth, pressing it in a little further each time. Carol obviously had no idea what was being rubbed between her legs, but by that point I don't think it mattered much, as she was. We kissed, our tongues mingling together as Peter continued to fuck her cunt.I could tell that she was climaxing, her body shuddered and writhed as she sucked wildly on my tongue. Her nails clawed at my back and she almost suffocated me with the intensity of her kiss. Only when she’d finally released me did I realise that Peter had spunked inside her cunt.I was so randy by the sight of her open cunt, filled with his spunk, that I whipped off my trousers and rammed my cock into her slippery. It seemed to take forever to get thedamn hair clean. Well a quick boost and he'd have enough for another cut.He stepped from the tub, drying himself as he wiped the mirror. Hisnipples fwelt tender, and he looked at them in the mirror. Some puffiness.Maybe he'd been bitten by a mosquito or something, though the odds thatmosquitoes would target his nipples...His face was still smooth. That was odd, he'd had to shave every day sincehe was fifteen. He looked at the face in the mirror. It was his.