I was so horny wanting a blowjob or hand job but I was shit out of luck.We arrived at her house, her parents were not home so we go upstairs to her be...room – this was not unusual but we never fooled around in her bedroom. She had a typical girly bedroom with bass rail bed and numerous unframed pictures of friends and family on the wall white furniture and pastel colored wall. She was some what of a neat freak.I sit on the corner of the bed as she is taking off her shoes. Everything needed to be. Sometimes in the early hours, I would put on my dark blue tracksuit and slip silently out of the house. I just needed to be within the comfort of the woods. In my imagination, the trees had become my friends.I even had names for my favourite ones. Things reached a crisis point when I chose Mr Patterson, a quite young Silver Birch tree, and spent several minutes talking to him. Things however soon spiralled out of control. In my stressed-out mind, I believed that not only did he understand what. She wasn’t exactly in mortal danger, but her life was at stake, nevertheless.The female of twenty-five seasons panted as she ran. She cupped her wildly bouncing breasts with both hands while her four hooves pounded the ground in a desperate gallop. The frightened centaur just had to get away! She couldn’t let her pursuer even get close!The area was supposed to be safe! Her younger sister, Heather, had been there just yesterday and assured her! The still coltish beauty of eighteen seasons had. It was only recently that she had accepted that she was beautiful and sexy because of her body and not inspite of it and the transformation was inspiring and hot. Her new found confidence had insipred a revival of her libido and that had opened a new world of interests to us both."Do you want to see more?" She teased as she stood with her tits out and an excited glimmer in her pretty green eyes. She and I had been to New Orleans several times since we'd moved to Florida but we hadn't been.