"Why do they call you Pony," she asked"It's just a nickname," he said. Something twitched far below the waistband of his sweats."But why Pony?" she br...athed.Something shifted the folds of cloth at his crotch."I think you have an idea why," he said. His fingers toyed with the drawstrings of his sweats. "I'd have to show you," he said. He pulled the strings taut and the bows of the knot got a touch smaller. "Do you want to see?" I've got to see," she whispered, "Show me"The knot came undone. His. I could picture this lucky bastard right now on top of Ana; holding her legs apart and pounding her soft wet swollen cunt real hard and fast; with no mercy at all…The way my wife was hollering his name, let me know he was hitting her right spots.I pulled the pillow and covers off my head and turned over to face the window. A while later the alarm sounded clearly and I then climbed out of the bed. I paid attention; there was no any noise coming from the main bedroom anymore. Sunlight started to. " It's just hard to trust guys. Every time I have been with a guy he has bragged about what happened." I haven't talked to anyone about ... anything."She blushed. I think she knew she was the one that let the cat out of the bag about our evening when she talked to her friends. We also didn't make it a secret when we came back to the party."I know. I've talked to Tracy and she said I could trust you. I just don't know how to ask for what I want." Why don't you just tell me and we can work it out. . well, she found herself forgetting most of the things she’d done, and with whom she’d been doing them. And if she tried hard to remember anythingPURPLEIt made her pretty blonde head hurt. So she didn’t try anymore. Besides, Emily thought brightly, it’s probably not like any of it was all that important anyway... Not that Emily was forgetting everything. Heavens, no. Gosh, some of it was too much fun to forget. Or too important. Like that afternoon’s cheerleading practice, for instance. She.