It was getting harder and harder for me to do but I continued, it must have been 50 slaps when he spoke again telling me to focus on my nipple and str...ke fast and hard...I must have hit my poor tit more than 70 times with 30 of those on my swollen nipple, when he told me to stop, my whole breast was stinging and throbbing and I though it was going to burst. He said nothing but looked at me expectantly, it was time for me to pull the clip or my nipple. It wasn't so bad, it was a little numb but. At the same time, I glanced over the top of the seat and snuck a peek at Jeannie and Al.The heat continued as I saw them locked in a passionately sexual embrace. Al's hands were inside Jeannie's blouse, and her hand was in Al's lap stroking his hard cock.I reached my hand down and laid it on Ted's thigh. He moaned as I slid higher, knowing what I was going after.I felt like a queen as I confidently kept moving upwards until I felt his balls next to my hand. Not pausing for a moment, I kept. The truly golden shimmering hair of my mother, somehow looking shinier and softer than the hair I was used to. My arms did not appear as thick or pronounced but rounder and smooth. In this reflection I wore the old maroon dress, the one with the golden seams. Without thinking my hands touched my chin and then slid down to the plunging neckline of the dress. This cleavage was not something artificial, it felt warm and I could feel my own touch. The reflection the image in the mirror had become. ?Sorry Jenny, but that will have to do forthe night.? I think that if this horsegives you any more rides he will end up in the glue factory,? he said with anapologetic smile. Jenny did not take this well.? She had been looking forward to her ridingsession and the fact that the horse could not be ridden did not enter into herplans.? Lisa had seen this behaviourbefore.? Unless she diverted Jenny, shewould wind herself up into a scene that would match any two year old toddlers. ?But you promised.