Throughout the tortuous afternoon I managed to play the Uncle Eric part with proficiency and composure. The dead husband’s biker buddies paraded thr...ugh in various states of dishevelment. The funeral home had provided a stool for Shania. As the former friends of her mate passed, some murmured words of condolence, while a few others said things like, “You were too good for him,” or other inappropriate comments. One boorish thug had the impudence to suggest he’d replace the deceased in a. There were four 'stalls' builtinto the shed, and two ponyslaves were in each stall. The smell of waste andfecal matter was so strong the investigators were holding their noses. There were six ponygirls and two ponyboys. All of them bore the telltalemarks on their backs, flanks, and chest of a recent, severe whipping; mostof the welts were still oozing blood. Instead of the usual cross-tie and bracesupports used to keep a ponyslave on their feet, there was a web of rustedwire and poles standing. James was tracing Sue’s pussy and savoring her heady, lusty taste.Bev climbed gently into the pool so her blond pony tail stayed dry and airy. Most of the men climbed or jumped in around her for a closer look and hopeful feel of her luscious, prominent, milky tits. They all wanted a taste. Who could blame them?Renae straddled my lounger, placed her fragrant fanny above my waist, near my face and took my hand and held it firmly against her mound. I wasted no time to spread all her labia apart,. She jumped and her cheeks flushed hot as her nipples hardened at his touch. They could both see it and the goosebumps raised on her skin when it was far from cold out. Brad stepped closer as Mike stood off to her left, leaning against the bed of the truck. She was trapped between them and the big side mirror. Her pulse quickened and a bead of sweat rolled slowly down between her tits. Brad leaned over her and blew a gentle stream of air across her chest, making her shiver and her nipples pucker.