Here at the ranch we didn’t like to think of the girls as b**sts of burden. We certainly didn’t want anyone getting the wrong idea. Bred for pleas...re of the senses, that’s all they were.In this day and age no one needs a horse, you need a truck. Fortunately this philosophy didn’t dilute our fetish for ponygirls. Not to mention we needed plenty of trucks to operate the estate. Running the estate like a farm was the only practical idea since it had to be relatively self sufficient due to its. She kissed my back and neck, flicking her tongue across my tender flesh, sending shivers of pleasure through me. This was the most sensual and erotic foreplay of my life. Her right hand slowly traced its way down my lower back, cupping and massaging my buttocks before reaching behind my to find my wet labia. Her fingers teased my opening, the tips barely penetrating my vulva which was seeping my lubrication. I moaned and rocked my hips, trying to force her fingers inside me, but she was intent. He looked up atCindy in disgust. She plopped his pacifier in his mouth, and told him,"If you pass your tests early today, then you can start studying foryour regular school exams." This episode of Barney was about takingcare of and learning to love your little sister. "Boring," was all Philcould think about. His mind soon wandered off and he started thinkingabout what to tell the guys at school about his hair. All kinds ofideas ran through his head, but nothing sounded good enough to fool. He almost groaned as Peter walked up to the closet. There was no way he was going to be able to hide, as soon as it was opened.David watched as if in slow motion while the closet door opened first a little, then slowly more and more. Peter stuck his head in, and immediately saw David."I thought I saw your car," he whispered, then reached for David. Peter's hand closed, and pulled a towel David had on a shelf out. He gave the younger man a wink, and then closed the door behind him. "Got it,".