As we exited the cave I felt something leathery in my right hand. I looked down and followed the reins which led to the bit of a totally white stallio... of awesome stature. Grace was leading a chestnut colored mare and farther to the right was Kim leading a chestnut colored filly.Grace asked me "Arthur, what is going on and where are we?" I have no idea Jenny. I'm as confused as you." You called me Jenny?" Yes, is not your name Guinevere?" I guess you're right although I have not used that name. "Of what?" I asked, getting pissed."I've seen it before." she mocked."What? What have you seen before!?" i nearly hollered."You act like you want it but once you have it in reach you freeze up." she smirked and waved a hand at me. "Should've known." BITCH! Ain't nobody scared-" Then prove it." She cut in, lying back down on the bed and spreading her legs. The sight of her shaved pussy made my softened dick spring back to life.Determined to shut her up, I dove on the bed and began lining my dick. ‘Wow,’ I thought, ‘Megan looks nothing like her father.’“Daddy!” Megan cheered happily as she hug-tackled her father.“Princess! Welcome home.” He released her and looked at me seriously, “And is this Adam?”“Geez, Daddy. You don’t need to scare him off. He’s a nice guy.” Megan playfully punched him in the shoulder.He smiled and held out his hand. I shook it and said, “Nice to meet you Mr. Reynolds.”We chit-chatted as he welcomed us into the house. We got to the kitchen and I was. Said it served him right.The guest room in their big house included its own private bathroom, and Marg insisted that I could take a bath or shower any time, even late at night. There was plenty of water, and the rooms were well sound-proofed. I had to admit to liking the idea. It had been a long day.It was another couple of hours before I thought about the shower again. The port had been wonderful, as is almost always the case with good company, and the three of us sat around telling stories.