He ass and tail really make me hard, just thinking that only ponyboys can fuck her. Please mom, I want to fuck her. Can’t I be a ponyboy?? ...ohn stood at the table looking at his mom, and out the window at his slave sister Sarah. He had watched as his mother and father had taken a nude and struggling Sarah outside, and forced her into the hoof boots, bit, bridle, harness and tail, that forever marked her as nothing more than a ponygirl. She had turned 18, and had been caught looking. You raise your finger to your lips as if to silence me but instead let it fall between your lips. Suggestively, it goes in and out then down the length of your body. You stands up, your legs in shiny stockings and high heels. You take my hand and lead me towards the bed. You unbutton my shirt and slide it off my back. Then you start a trail of kisses down my chest and stop at my navel while quickly removing my pants. Your kisses continue and then stop at my point of pleasure. You laugh. You. I was biting his shoulder to try and muffle the sounds of my moaning and then Drake walked in. We froze for a second and then Drue set me down. Drake grabbed me by the hair and bent me over. "Getting off without me are you?". He pulled out his cockand pulled my face towards it. "Go ahead Drue continue" Drake said. I was shocked, what did he mean continue? Drue hesitated before grabbing me by the hips and pushing his cock into my pussy. I moaned and Drake pushed his cock further towards my. Often, we just cuddled and held each other all through the night. The way we felt about one another, didn’t necessitate nonstop sex.APRIL FIFTHI take Sammi to school every single morning, and pick her up most afternoons.When I got home, I started putting together a story for the contest, using details from my life since this all started. I put a special passcode on it so it couldn’t be even accidentally stumbled across.With hours to myself in the middle of the day, I also started to look for a.