" I had a horse for several years, and learned to ride when I was six. When she finally got too old to ride I really regretted it. We used to do a lot...of riding around the ranch. I really enjoyed just getting out and away from things."Rachel nodded. "Well, maybe you can come riding with us some time." Perhaps." Julie checked the time. "Now if you'll excuse me, I have a few chores to do around here before David shows up."She did a load of wash, mostly white things for her, and was going to do. You're just exaggerating, Martha. C'mon, fess up." Martha said, "Oh, size doesn't matter so much. It's the shape that counts," and Ronnie asked, "Shape?" and Martha said, "You'll see. Come on, Steven."Reluctantly I raised my head and groaned "Okay" and shifted onto my side. I saw Martha peering around my body at my slowly settling but still prominent cock. She smiled and said, "Okay, that's better," and Ronnie gave me an affable wink and mouthed the words, "It's okay."Martha gently shoved me. Yet."Oh yes, that IS nice!" Exclaimed Helen. She braced her hands on her hips, pushing her chest out a bit and struck a pose. Pam's mouth was very dry. She slipped close behind Helen as the older woman admired herself in the mirror, turning slightly first left and then right."You look gorgeous," Pam admired."You really think so?" Helen asked. This time though, she seemed to accept the compliment. Frowning for a moment, she attempted to adjust the bra. "You don't think I should try to have this. Thank goodness! The web site opened. It was as she remembered, with thewords "Welcome to wishcometrue.com." Once again she read "Are you readyto make a wish? Select a category."There were the same categories she remembered: "Just for fun", "friendsand enemies", "lifestyle", "circumstances"... Down the list was "yourideal". She was looking for some way to contact the web site. She hadn'tread past "your ideal" the last time, but now she read some morechoices. She noticed one that said "your.