I let Seth’s friend buy us a round of drinks. Five minutes later, I pulled Seth aside and told him, “I’m getting fairly drunk, so keep an eye on...that friend of yours will ya?” “Maybe I should take you home.” “Maybe you should take him home. He’s drunk too.” “No way,” he smirked. I had to lose Seth and his friend fast, which meant finding them a couple of ladies to talk to. Done. I mixed us up with a couple of small, perky girls on their way to the stairs. Next thing we knew, they were staying. Her tight athletic tee was so focused on trying not torip that it didn't even bother hiding her prodigious bra-clad underboob.I turned away, doing my level best not to stare. Even under such extremegarments her nipples were painfully erect. The shower afterwards wasgoing to be very interesting indeed.I took a deep breath and returned to my stretches. The increasedflexibility was one of the few perks of being a woman that I couldactually let myself enjoy. Honestly? This wasn't so bad. I had. ”“Her name ain’t Dana either.”“What are you talking about?”After a swig of alcohol, Fontane said, “Because Simon, her name is Daniel.”“Daniel?”“Yup. She’s a boy. So, looks like I can’t be gettin’ my dick sucked by a girl, now can I?”Dott’s head clanged with a hundred questions all at one time.“Th...That’s a boy?”“Sure is. Dresses up pretty nice, don’t you think?”“I...I can’t believe it.” But, what Father Simon Dott mostly could not believe was how he had gotten an instant erection at the first. Sitting upon the jet black stallion was the most beautiful man I’d ever seen. His hair was as dark as the horse’s, and he was tall — maybe 6’3′ or 6’4′, I couldn’t tell exactly because he was atop the mount. He wasn’t wearing a shirt, and even though the night air was cool, his tanned skin glistened with evidence of the physical exertion of training a horse. All I could see was lean, hard muscle, rippling and straining in effort to handle the untamed beast. His legs tense under his faded jeans,.