The girls had to hustle-trot over a ramp, single file. My mom is super competitive and she didn’t want to wait for the girl in front of her to finis... so she jumped on the ramp behind the other pony and then fell off and had to start all over again. I was rooting for my mom but she came in third.The woman who necked my mother out of the race for second place, was another blonde. She looked trashy and had clearly fake tits. They weren’t as lovely and natural as Barbara’s tits. The one thing that. AJ pulled herself back to the end of the bed and turned the butterfly on low. “Fuck,” Olivia groaned as the pulses started against her clit. Her body was already in high gear from all the teasing and torturing. Having a vibrator attached to her clit was just another way to string her along without her ever reaching her goal. The vibrations weren’t strong enough to send her over the edge, but they were enough to keep her clit pulsing. The fact that it was still on low gave Olivia slight hope. I knew what that meant. Jerry liberally applied oil to his thick rod and then poured a generous amount on my ass. He massaged it into my skin and butt crack. With a few slides of his oiled up dick in my crack, Jerry pulled back a few inches and had his dickhead pressed firmly against my hole. No foreplay. No talking. No discussing terms. Jerry knew he wanted to fuck me again and that was that. It was time to get back to business.After having sex all weekend with Jerry, I was sore. I think to a. I returned to my room to find a pleated blue tennis skirt and matching panties, under which I was to wear lacy white high hip style panties; a peasant blouse which had ruffles instead of sleeves and only three buttons, under which I was to wear a white padded lacy bra; and a pair of white sandals with two inch heels.On the way to the park, I asked, "Why couldn't I wear shorts and tennis shoes like you, Mother?" You don't have any shorts, only dresses and skirts," she replied, "and you know how.