Jo let out a shriek of pleasure as the vibration ran through her. I slowly began moving the shaft of the cue back and forth along her pulsating lips. ...he moaned and groaned in pleasure, grabbing my swollen jean-clad cock as she did. I continued with the cue as she stroked my cock."Now for the rest of my prize," I said, as I moved to the other end of the table, putting the cue down. I motioned to Jo to move down the table. She shuffled down until her arse cheeks were pressed against the table's. ”While the Shaill, appeared to have some supervisor position and the Stangian tried to explain why the big piece was still sticking halfway out of the hole, I used the moment to slip past them and inside the container.It smelled of coffee, something very moldy perhaps the Shaill’s lunch and damp clothing. A central hip-high holo tank displayed the yet to be completed spaceport. Some sections were solid while other areas of the project were ghostly transparent and had a reddish tint. The. Its success was in my complete obliviousness and delusion. Seamless, graceful entrapment. We began our walk in the park, which would have been disappointingly romantic were it not for the ominous overcast sky. Though he was 6 feet tall, I wished I hadn’t worn my platform shoes. I wanted to feel ever so small in his presence. The smaller, frailer, the better. My cropped jumper, which stopped fitting me a month ago, kept slipping off at the shoulder, revealing more skin. He had noticed. I had. I named my mare Brownie. She just wanted to do whatever I wanted her to.The stud was fiery. Sunshine laughed and ran him up the road and back until he calmed down. I said, "He is a real fireball isn't he?"So Fireball got his name. The other mare got the name Sis, by default, I guess.These were good horses, their walk was fast and smooth. Fireball could run, and liked to.We went back to town and looked for a wagon. The town had two men who made wagon wheels and had a wagon or two for sale. I.