Maybe, she thought, it was the frustrated mothering instinct inside her. Whatever it was, Alison took a real pleasure--even pride--in being a part of ...er boyfriend's transformation into Jenny. She watched from the kitchen as Jeff vacuumed the living room, his smooth legs and pert butt looking adorable in a pair of her red silk running shorts. The little kerchief he'd tied around his short spiky hair was totally unnecessary, but totally cute. Alison had pushed things a little too far the day. Other scenes showed women strapped into some sort of low-hanging sling beneath their horses, which it was later explained to me were “belly-riding”, a practice which, if the physics and engineering problems were surmounted, appeared to hold some promise for an extremely arousing ride around the old OK corral. The way I saw it, the problem with trying to fuck a horse, beyond the size of his cock, is that the horse is going to want to saw that thing back and forth two feet at a time, and the girl. When her spasms eventually subsided, when the volcano temporarily went dormant, I slowly pulled it out of my s****r’s rectum. She stayed up there, on elbows and knees, showing off her wide-open asshole, proud of the way she knew it must’ve looked now that it had been so thoroughly fucked. Mom and I stared at that hole in wonder, and with mom’s face still behind Amy’s bottom, mom decided to lick the rim of that hole as I looked on in amazement. Then the both of them noticed me holding on to my. He gave a kind of embarrassed laugh, which instantly caught my attention. I had obviously touched on something so I asked if he was OK. He gave a shy smile and said that he was; but I was now intrigued and gently pressed him to tell me more.After a few minutes of persuasion he finally admitted that the reason he had to get up and go for a walk was to try to calm himself down. He also had been thinking about the delight of not wearing too many clothes, but he wasn’t thinking about himself, he.