There must have been hundreds of them. Uncle Clyde claimed the fish tank helped to keep the barn a****ls calm, and I could see why. After I fed all t...e critters, I began brushing the pony. Romeo was gentle and playful. When I was brushing his side, he pinned me to his stall wall, and seemed to laugh about it. As I moved to his head, he would lick at my boobs, nibbling a little. I kept pushing his nose away, but it was actually turning me on. Since no one was about to show up at the barn,. Since then, I saw a different side to her, which made me wonder if I truly knew her. That last thought made me sad.There was an irony to the next weekend. We had, the following morning of the drive, awoken and lay chatting about it. It resulted in us having an intensive fuck for a good hour, each of us talking about our memories. During this session, the question was raised about the 'see you next week' comment. She laughed and said it was 'just in jest.' I replied that I was wondering whether. His lips moved up her neck, grazing her collarbone with his teeth, undoubtedly leaving little bruises along the way. She bruised so easily that it had become a game with him, to know that only in ecstasy would he ever leave a mark on her. Before she could clear her thoughts enough to make an equally sarcastic remark back at him, his hand was no longer tickling her thighs, but she had unconsciously bared her throbbing sex to his exploring fingers, and he was tracing her outer lips with those. Candy leaned in and said in a angry whisper, "Listen, Wendy. I know this is your first time here, but we do have rules. This is a respectable establishment and I will NOT have a bunch of white boys fondling their disgusting little weenies, do you hear me?" "Y-yes, ma'am," replied Wendell instinctively, shaking his stinging hand. "That's better. Now, you're obviously interested in our menu selections. Would you like to try something while you wait for Mr. Roosevelt?" Candy asked, smoothly.