I called to my friend, pointing at him, as of what was coming toward him.Finally I got my point across and he took note of the large horse seemingly i...terested in being near to my friend.The large horse walked up to, and began to nuzzle its face into the back of my friend. My friend looked pleased by the meeting with the huge beast, he rising to standing up caused the horse to raise its head and the two stood staring one at the other.Their eyes met and my friend stood as if mesmerized, he. I ball my hands into fists, take a big breath and call again, ‘Oh… Dee… Dee-EEEE!’ I am barely four years old. Deedee might be even younger. I listen intently, drawing in another slower breath of the warm spring day. I can hear the deep throated sounds of trucks on Kedzie Avenue which surprises me because it’s one and a half blocks away — three buildings down, then the long block of the weedy, trash strewn, vacant lot with the billboard, which to me is light years away in ‘Don’t ever go there’. Oh, that lovely, gorgeous ass that I had been dreaming of and ogling for weeks, now uncovered before me, parted legs hiding nothing, certainly not her dewey, lightly haired pussy. “Like what you see?” Mom’s asked playfully. I nodded.””Yesss,” I hissed, moving toward the bed, shedding my shirt.As I stood at the foot of the bed, admiring her body, I noticed a jar of KY jelly and a couple of plastic squeeze bottles of clear lubricant on the bed beside Mom. My eyes followed the curves up her body. By the look on his face, I knew he and I were thinking exactly the same thing ... Didn’t Dad’s well-hung friend, Mr. Reynolds, talk about his exploits with his soon-to-be wife, Kitty, and another “out-of-town girl”? Could it have been Mom out there at Clausen’s Bend getting kinky with them? My mind reeled.“Oohhh ... you don’t say...” said Dad giving me a knowing wink. “We’ll have to talk about that later, darling. You’ve got me real curious.”Mom just hummed and concentrated on Erika’s ripe.