I could tell dad was half listening too, trying to divide his time between the TV and my embarrassment.“Just a friend” I replied defensively.Event...ally mum wore me down and got me to describe Tracy in excruciating detail; thick shoulder-length jet black hair, dark chocolate skin, black eyes, full lips, bright white even teeth, dimples while she smiled. Tracy was very pretty. The full works. Why was mum focusing on her looks? I was relieved that mum’s probing focused entirely on Tracy’s face.“So. "I've got lots of cloths that I bought for my last boyfriend in a trunk upstairs and I think most should fit you." Remember Aalia," I got serious for a minute. "You are my prisoner for the next week and-a-half so I might not allow you to dress me up until you're a free woman."Aalia just turned around and starred at me:"Greg, don't be so silly," Aalia sarcastically explained. "I have found a man that is willing to dres for me so don't be so bloody self conscious? I want to meet Gena today so. He heard small feet running down the wood-floored hall. He turned to catch the tiny body that jumped towards him. He held the little blonde girl close to his chest. Andy heard a giggle behind him and turned to see his wife grinning at them. ‘I should have known Molly would be in here cuddled up to her Daddy, she sure missed you. She hated being away as much as I did.’ Angie moved beside the chair and leaned over to press her lips against his. Her lips parted and her tongue slipped inside his. “That was perfect my dear, let’s see how Stacy does.” She whinnied as she stepped back and I picked up Stacy’s lead rope. I smiled as I led her through the same drill. Their form was perfect, as expected of any pony that had been with us more than six months. The conformation drills were more a way to keep them in practice than anything.I alternated leading them through the drills for the next forty-five minutes, until they had a light sheen of perspiration from the exercise. “I think both of.