Worse probably. The wood was sanded and varnished and lovingly coated with a thick film of polish and oil. It GLEAMED in the light and I couldn't hel... admiring the artistry of its construction. It WAS very beautiful. There were even metal attachments bolted to the underside and on the ends. I had no clue what those were for, but I at least saw them. Underneath the wooden horse were two small step stools, each with two steps. Where the devil had Kari managed to find TWO step stools that. Like it was an older version of English. Not too old, but old enough that she was sure it was before the 20th century at least. The vocabulary was odd, too. Explanations like "The feet on opposing sides shall melt, and so shall the legs corresponding. The legs shall furthermore form a single limb, which shall be moved by each participant to a degree, requiring cooperation from both parties." and "The hands on opposing sides shall hold, and furthermore shall melt together and prevent separation. I softly caressed her shoulders with my hands."Kiss me, babe." I whispered.Carmen didn't hesitate, and she turned and clasped a handful of my hair and pulled my lips down to hers. Her warm, delicate tongue immediately slipped between my lips and probed deep into my mouth. I was thrilled at this mature woman accepting her new role."Oh my..." She whispered when we peeled our lips apart.With my hands on her shoulders, I turned her once again around facing Peter and then leaned in and traced my. With the thoughts Myra had put in my head, there was zero chance of that happening.We parked near the campfire again and people began jumping off the wagon. I took my time, thinking maybe I could get an extra minute or two to calm down. I scooted myself over to the edge of the wagon and was about to jump down when Gina and Myra grabbed me by the hands and gave a quick pull. I fell forward, thinking I was going to crash to the ground when Gina suddenly stepped forward in a vain attempt to catch.