. ‘Do I know an E. Steiger? I don’t even recognize this return address.’ ‘I’ve not heard that name before. Maybe it’s someone you know fro... school’, she answered. ‘Maybe . . .’, I said. Tucking it into my textbook we continued opening and reading the cards and Christmas letters. ‘Are you planning to ride with your father me to the Christmas Eve Candlelight Service?’ she asked. ‘Of course, you know how much I love that service. When we begin singing ‘Silent Night’ and everyone’s candles are lit. Do you mind?”“Heck no. Your curiosity is the best thing that ever happens to me. And what is the deal with the vibrating egg and panties?”“Something Michele told me from her visit in Belgium. She didn’t get the chance to try it but her friend suggested she try riding with ben wa balls or a vibrating egg inside. And because you are spread open so much on the back of a horse, panties would help keep them in as you bounced. It sounded less painful than the dildo saddles. I just thought we could. There’s more coming, soft nuggets caught now in my hands, each piece like gold, precious and priceless. I instinctively reach around and cup her tits, rubbing and massaging pierced nipples as I go. Then cover my own, then onto her arse, still in the air, covered now in her own gold, precious and priceless, a joy to see.My mouth is still full but I want more, more from this day before it ends. I dribble into my hands and cover my cock, my balls and own hole with the smooth, sticky, sauce. Will. All of a sudden he pulled his dick out and stood up...I was so sad and angry I said "hey, what's wrong?" A second later he blew a load of cum on my face, hit me square in the nose and in my right eye. "Holy shit!" That's all I remember saying. When I went to wipe it off, he stopped me. He looked at me in a way no one had ever in my life...like I was truly the most beautiful woman on Earth. I kissed him, I shoved my tongue down his throat and just smiled. He laughed then so did I. I wasn't sure.